“Oh, oh! We can’t have this!” said the flight attendant as she stomped down the aisle toward me. Passengers continued to board, but I heard her footsteps above the others. Clippity-thud, clippity-thud, thud, thud. I had just turned on the air adjustment above me and leaned my head back to enjoy my nice, airy aisle seat. Ahh.
The flight attendant leaned over the (not-yet-occupied) seat in front of me.
“I need you to move to 6B,” she said. “Go sit with your husband.”
“He’s my brother,” I said.