I never quite understood it – especially when the seats are assigned – but the reason everyone crowds the line to board the plane is that the first one to the row of seats gets to claim ownership of both armrests. Even worse – if they are wide of girth, they gain part of your seat space.
I had experienced this several times and this time I was going to rebel, go on a tear, go nuclear, lay down the law. . .
I was going to tell her, or ask the flight attendant to tell her, that I was not going to let her have both armrests (hers and our shared one) and also share my seat during a 12-hour international flight. I'd paid as much for my space as she had for hers, and this was not going to happen – especially since I'd paid extra money to get a window seat, and Delta had neglected to tell me half my foot space was taken up by a metal box.
I made the mistake of chatting with her and watching her struggle out of her seat, as I headed to the bathroom. She was probably stiff with arthritis. It kind of humanized her.
I decided she needed the armrest more than I did, and that we'd just have to overlap and jockey around at times. And we did. I wished her a safe journey to her final destination to St. Louis. Still, I wondered if I had done the right thing as she headed off to her connection flight – and another race for the shared armrest.
Loren M. Lambert © October 1, 2016
I had experienced this several times and this time I was going to rebel, go on a tear, go nuclear, lay down the law. . .
I was going to tell her, or ask the flight attendant to tell her, that I was not going to let her have both armrests (hers and our shared one) and also share my seat during a 12-hour international flight. I'd paid as much for my space as she had for hers, and this was not going to happen – especially since I'd paid extra money to get a window seat, and Delta had neglected to tell me half my foot space was taken up by a metal box.
I made the mistake of chatting with her and watching her struggle out of her seat, as I headed to the bathroom. She was probably stiff with arthritis. It kind of humanized her.
I decided she needed the armrest more than I did, and that we'd just have to overlap and jockey around at times. And we did. I wished her a safe journey to her final destination to St. Louis. Still, I wondered if I had done the right thing as she headed off to her connection flight – and another race for the shared armrest.
Loren M. Lambert © October 1, 2016
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