— “Since we can’t compromise flight safety and the passenger isn’t feeling well, we’d like to resolve this in the most comfortable way for everyone… You can simply change seats.”
The woman instantly turned red and shouted:
— “I’m not moving because of him! I paid for this seat!”
The flight attendant looked at me and said calmly:
— “We can move you if you’re okay with it. There’s a free seat available…”
“Of course, move me!
I don’t want to listen to this for the whole flight!” — the woman beamed with satisfaction. I nodded:
— “Alright. If it helps, I don’t mind.”
— “Perfect,” the flight attendant said.
“The only free seat is in business class. There, you can relax. Dinner and drinks will be served.
Please follow me.”
I got up, and for a few seconds, there was complete silence in the cabin. As I walked past the woman, I caught a glimpse of her face — it first froze, then twisted with anger and jealousy. She muttered something, but no one was listening anymore.
I settled into a wide, comfortable seat, received a blanket, hot tea with honey, and later a delicious dinner. A few hours of peace and comfort lay ahead.
