I had everything planned out perfectly, even picking an aisle seat for a quick getaway. As I got to my row, I noticed the guy in the window seat was already settled in.
He looked like he was in his early 40s, radiating a kind of self-importance that was hard to ignore. He was dressed in a neatly pressed button-down, nice slacks, and shiny shoes.
No big deal, I thought. All I wanted was a quiet flight and maybe a few minutes to go over my notes for the San Diego meeting. Little did I know, this guy was about to turn my simple trip into a mini-nightmare.
Halfway through the flight, the attendants started serving dinner.
I hadn’t eaten all day because I’d been so focused on prepping for the conference. By the time the meal service began, I was absolutely starving.
As soon as I smelled the food, my stomach growled, reminding me just how hungry I was. I couldn’t wait to eat, go over my notes, and maybe even sneak in a quick nap before landing.
But then nature called.
I glanced down the aisle, hoping the food cart was still a few rows away. It was, so I figured I had just enough time for a quick restroom break. I excused myself, trying not to bother Mr.
Important too much, and made my way to the back of the plane.Continue reading…
