“You told me I didn’t need all that space,” I said. “So I decided to make better use of it.”
He stared at his seat, where I’d carefully placed the small pillow and blanket the flight attendant had given me, along with my bag, neatly arranged to keep my belongings on my side. Nothing of his had been touched, but suddenly, he had nowhere to spread his legs without crossing back into my space.
“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.”
