The flight attendants were walking down the aisles closing overhead bins and here in seat 19C, I had an empty seat to my right. I texted my wife boasting my luck that I had the row all to myself.
Just then, a lady comes bumbling down the aisle. Carrying too much luggage, looking at her ticket, looking at the seats she just passed, backtracking down the aisle again before finally mumbling the seat number to herself – 19D. My luck had changed.
Once finally settled, she reaches over and grabbed one of my magazines which I had purchased and placed in the pocket of the seat in front of me.
Rather than pipe up or quietly stew, I instead struck up a friendly conversation. She talked about her children in Washington and how pretty our summer has been. I learned that she was flying alone today, but not by choice. Sadly, the purpose of her trip was to spread her husband’s ashes in his Oklahoma hometown.
I don’t know what else to say other than I’m glad I passed on the opportunity to reclaim my magazine and I hope it kept her mind off things for a little while. In any case, my luck really did change – I was happy to take a new neighbor instead of an empty seat.
Patience is a virtue…………….. Mom and I enjoyed reading this.