The woman who came up to me was in her late thirties, wearing fancy clothes that showed off wealth. But her face wasn’t friendly at all. Her partner, tall and strong, walked just behind her with a smug attitude that matched hers.
They stopped right by me, her eyes fixed on my seat. Without even a polite hello and acting very entitled, she boldly demanded, “You need to switch seats with me. I booked the wrong seat by mistake, and I won’t sit apart from my partner.”
I blinked, shocked by her tone. She acted like her mistake was my problem to fix! I looked at her boarding pass, which proved what I thought: a middle seat in row 12, nowhere near the great seat I’d chosen.
When I didn’t agree right away, she rolled her eyes dramatically.
“Come on, it’s just a seat. You don’t need all that space,” she said rudely, her voice full of arrogance.
