I fly often, and I always run into the same problem: I’m heavier than average, and I physically don’t fit into a standard seat without encroaching on the person next to me. So I decided in advance to buy two tickets — one window seat and the seat next to it — so I wouldn’t bother anyone. I sat down and buckled my seatbelt when suddenly a woman with a small child approached me. Without asking, she sat her child down in the empty seat next to me. 😲😲 I calmly explained that this seat was also mine, that I paid for it, and that I needed it for personal reasons. But the woman started protesting loudly. — “Seriously? You won’t give up a seat for a child?!” Some “kind” fellow passengers chimed in: — “But it’s a child!” I could feel the judgmental stares. But I knew I was in the right. And then I did something that ended this little performance. Story continues in the first comment ⬇️⬇️
Settling into my seat, I felt a familiar sense of anticipation for the journey ahead. Flying was something I had always enjoyed—not just for the thrill of being airborne, but …
I fly often, and I always run into the same problem: I’m heavier than average, and I physically don’t fit into a standard seat without encroaching on the person next to me. So I decided in advance to buy two tickets — one window seat and the seat next to it — so I wouldn’t bother anyone. I sat down and buckled my seatbelt when suddenly a woman with a small child approached me. Without asking, she sat her child down in the empty seat next to me. 😲😲 I calmly explained that this seat was also mine, that I paid for it, and that I needed it for personal reasons. But the woman started protesting loudly. — “Seriously? You won’t give up a seat for a child?!” Some “kind” fellow passengers chimed in: — “But it’s a child!” I could feel the judgmental stares. But I knew I was in the right. And then I did something that ended this little performance. Story continues in the first comment ⬇️⬇️ Read More