As the turbulence increases I’m starting to realize I’m on the wrong flight. I unbuckle my seat belt.
A flight attendant rushes to my side. “You need to fasten your belt please. Remain seated,” he scolds.
I feel the first tear hit my cheek.”There’s been a terrible mistake,” I tell him. “I’m supposed to be sitting in 18B on a flight from Chicago to Denver.”
He tsks-tsks me. “Well, you’re in 23A, and our route is Seattle to Las Vegas. Have a pleasant flight.”
“How can something like this happen?”
“It can’t,” he assures me, before marching toward his seat.
“Excuse me. I shouldn’t have to stay trapped in here,” I call out. “Obviously you don’t understand the complexity of my situation. I’ve got a connecting flight to make in Denver.”
Still in the aisle, he spins around toward me, asking, “To where?”
“I don’t actually remember, but I spent $410 on my ticket.”
A flight attendant rushes to my side. “You need to fasten your belt please. Remain seated,” he scolds.
I feel the first tear hit my cheek.”There’s been a terrible mistake,” I tell him. “I’m supposed to be sitting in 18B on a flight from Chicago to Denver.”
He tsks-tsks me. “Well, you’re in 23A, and our route is Seattle to Las Vegas. Have a pleasant flight.”
“How can something like this happen?”
“It can’t,” he assures me, before marching toward his seat.
“Excuse me. I shouldn’t have to stay trapped in here,” I call out. “Obviously you don’t understand the complexity of my situation. I’ve got a connecting flight to make in Denver.”
Still in the aisle, he spins around toward me, asking, “To where?”
“I don’t actually remember, but I spent $410 on my ticket.”
