Arriving at my aisle seat, I realize that I cannot view the mini television screen that is going to be showing Ocean’s 13 (Brad Pitt, George Clooney, Matt Damon—all required inflight viewing). I also have a large-ish individual sitting next to me (and I am not trying to be rude, as I, myself, am of a larger persuasion), a child pounding on the back of my seat with her little legs before I even sit down and I am right next to the bathroom with its constant flushing noises and delightful odors.
My first class experience in coach was over.
The doors to the cabin close and I am prepared to meet my fate: payback.
Then I see nestled toward the back, an entire window-seat row… empty. Just for the taking. Another individual a few rows in back of me notices its beauty just as I do and makes his move. However, as he gets up after the fasten seat belt sign is flashing, the flight attendant asks him to remain seated.
I decide that in order to accomplish my goal and break my returning bad luck, I need to take a chance: I ask another more warm-looking flight attendant, who graciously offers to help my move my carry-on items to the vacant row.
Once again, bliss; but even better than the first few times because now I am not alone, I have Matt, Brad, and George to keep me company (but not take up any seat space). The onscreen action is more than enough to distract me from the searing looks that I receive from the gentleman who blew his chance at luxury in coach.
FYI, my luck has not transferred to the New York City subway system.
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