She laughed.
“Excuse me? I’m sitting in my own seat. I’m not taking up yours.”
She laughed.
“Have you looked at yourself in the mirror? Your huge leg is spilling into my seat.”
I glanced down. Both my legs were firmly within my seat, but I pressed them together anyway.
Ten minutes later, she announced that she needed the bathroom.
My cheeks burned.
I unbuckled my seat belt and stood to let her pass.
“Why does it take you so long to get up?” she snapped. “People should know their size and think about the other passengers around them.”
Normally, I’d have had a comeback ready. But after so many insults, I couldn’t find a single word.
When she returned, she stopped a passing flight attendant.
“Excuse me! Aren’t people like her supposed to buy two tickets? I’m practically being crushed!”
The attendant examined our seats.
“Ma’am, she’s sitting entirely within her own space.”
