But he wasn’t going to get it by taking mine anymore.
I spotted the flight attendant approaching from the rear of the cabin.
I raised my hand.
“Excuse me. Could I ask you something?”
“Of course, ma’am.”
“Would it be possible to change seats?”
Her expression became concerned.
“Is something wrong?”
I swallowed.
Then finally told her the truth.
“The gentleman sitting beside me has been repeatedly pushing into my space. I’ve asked him several times to stop, but my hip has been hurting for hours.”
She glanced at Josh’s empty seat.
“Where is he now?”
“In the restroom. I thought this might be a good opportunity to move without starting another argument.”
Her expression softened.
“I’m sorry you’ve been uncomfortable.”
Then she looked toward the back of the cabin.
“We have an empty aisle seat two rows behind you. Would you like to move there?”
