We haven’t left Honolulu yet and I was already asked to change seats — twice.
First, a couple wanted to sit together. So the customer service representative for Continental Airlines looked for seemingly single travelers. Like me. I was asked to move to an aisle seat — away from one of the girlfriends I was traveling to Las Vegas with — and I said OK. Aisle to another aide seat — that sounded reasonable.
But as I sat in my newly assigned seat, an older man asked if I could move to a middle seat because his wife is afraid of flying. They obviously weren’t sitting together.
“She might get sick,” he said.
When was this my problem?
So I moved, reluctantly, without so much as a sincere thank you.
The Universe better repay me in Vegas.