The Crew Takes a Position
A flight attendant hurried over—Emily, mid-thirties, her professional smile already in place.
“Is everything alright here?” she asked, placing a reassuring hand on the woman’s arm.
“This man took my seat,” the woman said loudly. “I need him removed so we can depart.”
I held out my boarding pass. “Seat 1A,” I said. “That’s mine.”
Emily glanced at it—briefly, almost dismissively. “Sir,” she replied, her smile tightening, “economy seating is toward the back of the plane.”
“I’d like you to actually look at it,” I said evenly.
The woman scoffed. “Do you honestly think someone dressed like that belongs up here?” she said. “This is absurd.”
Three rows behind us, a teenage girl lifted her phone and tapped Live.
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