For most of my life, I would have convinced myself to forget the whole thing.
I would have told myself it wasn’t worth the trouble.
That perhaps I was making too much of it.
That keeping the peace was more important.
But this time, I stopped beside the airline’s customer-service desk.
“Excuse me,” I said. “I’d like to report something that happened during my flight.”
The employee listened patiently.
Then she showed me how to submit a written complaint.
“I’m not asking for compensation,” I explained. “I just want an accurate record of what happened.”
She nodded.
I entered my flight information.
Described Josh’s repeated refusal to respect my personal space.
Explained that I’d asked him to move several times.
And included the fact that the flight attendant had helped me change seats.
I read everything carefully before submitting it.
For once, I hadn’t softened the truth just to make someone else feel comfortable.
