I was on the second leg of my trip from Oakland to New Mexico--Phoenix to Albuquerque. Phoenix was excrutiatingly hot--110 degrees! I had a window seat and there was another fairly petite girl sitting in the aisle seat.
At the last minute, a very tall man came to our row--he was the intended middle inhabitant of our little row. He looked flustered and none to thrilled to be in the middle seat--who is really, right? I immediately thought that this was a person to tag--however he was on the phone so I had to wait to tag him. As soon as he got off, i asked if he wanted the window seat. He said "For real?" I said absolutely. He had a smile on his face the rest of the flight, as did I.
At the last minute, a very tall man came to our row--he was the intended middle inhabitant of our little row. He looked flustered and none to thrilled to be in the middle seat--who is really, right? I immediately thought that this was a person to tag--however he was on the phone so I had to wait to tag him. As soon as he got off, i asked if he wanted the window seat. He said "For real?" I said absolutely. He had a smile on his face the rest of the flight, as did I.
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- Posted by soulsista
- Sep 14, 2006
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