I've been traveling extensively about 12 years and seen a lot -- Europe, Asia and our good old US of A. I've come across some really kind heart warming people. I've had my picture made with Honey Boo Boo, sat next to Dominique Wilkins and chatted and experienced some really cool things and celebrities. Today I experienced my worst travel day. No it wasn't a delay, I'm used to those. It wasn't lost luggage, been there done that. It involved the old adage "sticks and stone may break my bones but words will never hurt me." I disagree.
I arrived at La Guardia just in the nick of time to hop on an hour earlier flight. I got a middle seat but I was pleased with 34E because it was less time on the tarmac and in the airport. And then along comes Grumpy. Grumpy was "entitled" to the space above our row. Grumpy was entitled to move other peoples things so hers would fit. Grumpy was entitled not to say excuse me when she crushed my toe getting in. Grumpy was entitled to slam the back of the mans seat and hit his arm when he tried to put his seat back. Grumpy was entitled to tell me NO! when I put down the arm rest in between us. Grumpy was entitled to hit me at random with her knee and her elbow as she played candy crush while chugging wine she grabbed from her purse. Are you sensing a theme here?
The final blow was upon landing. As usual people think the entire plane can get up at once and their luggage will miraculously fly down and all fit in the aisle. I myself prefer to hang out in my seat until it's my turn to deplane. Grumpy wasn't having that. Grumpy said I need to get out. Mind you we are in row 34 with 33 rows ahead. 33x6=198 peeps. I kindly said I can't move. She yelled I need my bag. I said I'm sorry but there's nowhere for me to stand. Grumpy screamed I have a bad knee. I breathed deep and said ma'am I'm so sorry to hear about your knee but I simply cannot get up there is no place for me to stand. Grumpy threw her final stone. She screamed at me I should have been in first class and not having to put up with this shit and nobodies like you. OUCH! I felt the burn the bruise the tears.
Then out of the blue my guardian angel appeared. Around the age of 17-18 he said ma'am what does your bag look like and I will be happy to hand it to you. Now here you go and please know I cannot move nor can she as she indicated. Smack goes Grumpy's bag hard against my leg with a move over I need room.
Finally time to deplane. I swallowed hard and tried my darnedest not to cry. I get into the hallway and my angel says are you okay? I said yes thanks for extending your kindness for us both. He said don't let her get to you. All we can do is be kind and set a Christian example and one day people like her may see the light. Wow!
I let Grumpy get the best of me but I also let a 17 year old make me check myself before I wrecked myself. Happy much needed long weekend ahead to you all! May we all not throw rocks at things that shine. xo n
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