Getting Out of the Middle Seat
Posted by
Rachel Berg, Apr 07, 2009
I approached the podium cautiously. I knew my chances weren’t good. But I had to try.
It was nearing midnight in the Las Vegas airport and I was waiting with the huddled masses to board a red-eye flight to Washington, D.C. The flight was overcrowded, and I’d been stuck with—you guessed it—a middle seat. Normally, I just grin and bear it in these situations but not tonight. No. Tonight I really, really didn’t want a middle seat. And I was going to do something about it.
So I approached the podium. The gate agent looked up at me. “Can I help you,” she asked.
I took a deep breath. Took my ticket and put it on the counter in front of her. Putting on my most pathetic expression, I asked simply, “is there any hope”?
“You’ve got a middle seat, right,” she asked me. I nodded.
“You know this flight is completely booked,” she said sternly. I nodded again. “Okay,” she said. “Let me see what I can do.”
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