“By then, I’d already asked him several times to stay in his own space. My hip was hurting, and I didn’t know how to handle the situation without making a scene.”
Josh shook his head.
“That’s ridiculous.”
“No,” I replied. “It’s exactly what happened.”
My voice was soft.
But I didn’t look away.
Before Josh could interrupt again, Henry spoke from the original row.
“She did ask him to move.”
Everyone turned toward him.
He lowered his paperback.
“I was sitting beside them. I heard her ask more than once.”
Josh glared at him.
“Mind your own business.”
Henry met his eyes.
“I was sitting right here. It was happening directly beside me.”
I gave Henry a grateful smile.
Then I faced the attendant again.
“I wasn’t asking for special treatment. I just wanted to be comfortable in the seat I’d paid for.”
