Airplanes feel fake. You’re telling me I’m in a metal tube in the sky, 30,000 feet above land, and I’m supposed to be okay with that? Yeah, so what if cars and trains are more dangerous? At least they’re not, again, 30,000 feet in the sky. Maybe I’m just afraid of heights, but you’ll always catch me booking a seat that best helps my anxiety, and I’m entitled to do so. The plane passenger in this next story books a window seat specifically to soothe their anxiety during flights, but an entitled mother thinks that her getting the best seat in the house is more important than someone getting what they paid for.
How many entitled plane passengers does it have to take until folks understand that successful seat-switching stories are the exception, not the rule? When someone is clearly seeking a better seat and obviously didn’t plan ahead to support their weak excuses for switching, you show them the door. Well, maybe not the airplane door…