“You can’t do this!” he snapped, loud enough for nearby passengers to turn around.
I met his angry gaze. “And you couldn’t respect a simple request for four hours. Funny how it feels when someone ignores your comfort, isn’t it?”
A woman across the aisle nodded. An older gentleman behind us added, “She’s been asking you politely for hours. You should have listened.”
For the first time, the man had no clever comeback. He muttered something under his breath, shoved his things into place, and finally pulled his legs back within the boundaries of his own seat.
The flight attendant approached to check on us. When he began complaining, she listened, then firmly reminded him that passengers were expected to respect one another’s personal space.
I turned toward the window, feeling the tension leave my shoulders. My hip still hurt, but my heart felt lighter.
