This morning, I made my way to Washington, DC. Boarding my connecting flight in Atlanta, I approached my designated row only to find a woman already occupying my seat. She looked to be southeast Asian and only a few years older than myself. At first I assumed it was a mix-up. As I stuffed my duffle bag in the overhead bin I noted her mistake in seating.
“I’m sorry ma’am, I think I’m the window seat.”
But it wasn’t an accident. She had the tray down, a coffee mug and muffin placed atop, her headphones were in. She looked up at me.
“Oh I know, if you want I can move,”
At first I hesitated. I have nothing against the aisle seat, I just prefer the window. I like being able to rest my head against the wall of the plane. I like looking out when we’re taking off.
Another second passed and I considered relenting. It’s a short flight, I thought, I’d probably be asleep for most of it anyways. It’s just a seat. But then, I decided the window was what I wanted. (more…)