Seat Change

A woman walks onto a plane after a layover that lasted 3 hours longer than they had originally promised. They had finally “located” a crew and frankly, all she wanted to do was to go home.

The flight, as usual, was packed. This particular airline seemed to pinched pennies to the limit because the air conditioning wasn’t even on. Whatever. She was on her way home.

She looks at the open seat in front of her and double checks her ticket. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” she breathily murmurs as she slams the yellow attendant button.

“Yes? How may I help you?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” She says this pointing to the passenger sitting in the middle seat to her left. Her gold bracelet jingle jangles as her French manicure points at him.

“I’m not sitting next to a black. You have to move me.”

“Oh wow, I’m sorry, but this is a completely packed flight. But tell you what, let me see what I can do.”

The flight attendant returns moments later as the woman taps her nails against the baggage compartment. She’s visibly annoyed and glad to see that the flight attendant didn’t take her sweet little time.

“Like I said before, the flight is unfortunately at capacity in coach class. Now, there is one open seat in First Class, but it is rare that we allow a coach passenger to sit there. As I’m sure you’re aware, the price difference is great. However, this airline believes that a passenger shouldn’t have to sit next to someone who was so obviously foul.”

The woman smirked because, frankly, this had taken long enough.

“So sir, if you wouldn’t mind grabbing your carry on luggage and coming with me, I have a first class seat with your name on it.”

The other passengers, who were forced to witness this scene, began clapping. Many stood up.

The man pushed his tortoise colored glasses closer to his face, grabbed his briefcase from under the chair and followed the attendant to his chair. He never turned around to look at the woman who had caused a scene. Never even made a comment. He has class.

Mucho Amor,

El Guapo

*Translated from an e-mail I received and posted in honor of Martin Luther King Day.