Last summer, I embarked on a month-long vacation in Greece with my family. It was truly glorious to reunite with all my friends once again after a year’s absence. I am half Greek and half Dutch, and I have been residing in the Netherlands for five years.
The journey back home took an entire day due to connecting flights and such. We reserved a whole row of seats for the family and an aisle seat for me. Lo and behold, those Greeks came along and asked me to shift one row backward and to the opposite side so that the wife could sit next to the husband. Since I am half Greek, I was rather kind-hearted and gave up my seat, moving to the aisle seat where the wife had been sitting.
After a while, the couple said:
Couple: “Oh, you’re in the middle seat.”
I was utterly confused because the wife had been occupying the aisle seat.
Me: “That wasn’t the agreed arrangement. I want my seat back.”
Couple: “Oh, well, now that we’ve switched, there’s nothing you can do.”
My family and I were furious, but noticing that the attendants were about to close the plane doors, I simply smiled and told my family to calm down and assured them everything would be okay. This was a three-hour flight, not a short one at all.
Once we took off, I was still in an empty row. I had all the space to myself and was lying comfortably across three seats.
The couple noticed this and made sour expressions.
Couple: “Can you move back to your original seat?”
Me: “Oh, well, now that we’ve switched, there’s nothing you can do.”
It was simply amazing to see my entire family and the surrounding seats trying to contain their laughter; even the flight attendants couldn’t help but grin.
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