Another time, on a transcontinental flight, I was getting comfortable next to the window, looking forward to watching the landscape unfold, when a man and little boy sat in the seats next to me.
The little boy started crying.
I heard the father explaining to him quietly that there was nothing they could do etc. etc. etc. I did not feel that the father was trying to manipulate me.
Okay. What're you gonna do?
I turned to the father and said, "Does he want to sit next to the window?"
"He does," the father replied, "But I do not want to take your seat."
"You know," I said to the two of them, "I fly a lot, and I've sat next to the window many times." Then I said to the boy, "Why don't you sit next to the window?"
He was overjoyed!
We all swapped seats. I sat next to the aisle.
I really didn't care. I was glad the little boy got to sit next to the window.
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