If he believed the situation was unimportant, why had he insisted on turning a simple request into a confrontation?
And if comfort mattered so much to him, why did he assume that my comfort did not matter at all?
I did not need to answer those questions aloud.
The circumstances had already supplied the answers.
The flight attendant returned to her duties, and the cabin gradually settled again.
For a few minutes, I believed the incident was over.
Then the man behind me made another mistake.
The Moment His Confidence Began to Disappear
Approximately twenty minutes later, I needed to adjust my seating position.
I reached for the armrest, expecting to find the ordinary space that should have been available to me throughout the journey.
The man behind me noticed the movement.
Apparently still irritated by the flight attendant’s intervention, he leaned forward.
“You happy now?” he asked.
I turned my head slightly.
