Francoise Louis

PASSENGER: “Excuse me, sir. Why is this woman sitting in the seat I paid $380 extra to reserve?” WOMAN: “Because I’m pregnant, and I need the extra legroom. Surely you can find somewhere else to sit.” PASSENGER: “There are 200 other seats on this plane. Why does my seat have to be the one you choose?” FLIGHT ATTENDANT: “Sir, please lower your voice. She’s expecting a baby.” PASSENGER: “And I’m expecting the seat I paid for. What exactly does her pregnancy have to do with my ticket?” WOMAN: “Wow. I hope you never have a wife or daughter who needs someone to show them compassion.” PASSENGER: “My wife is six months pregnant. She’s sitting in her assigned seat because we paid for those seats together. She didn’t walk onto a plane and decide another passenger’s money was less important than her comfort.” A few passengers turned around. Someone muttered that I was being unnecessarily cruel. The flight attendant looked uncomfortable. FLIGHT ATTENDANT: “Sir, perhaps you could switch with another passenger. It would save us a lot of trouble.” PASSENGER: “Will the airline refund my $380? Or are you asking me to donate it because refusing makes me a bad person?” Nobody answered. Then the woman rubbed her stomach, looked directly at me, and said something that made the man across the aisle stop scrolling on his phone. WOMAN: “You know what? Fine. I’ll tell everyone why I chose this seat. But don’t blame me when you find out who my husband is.”