“I paid extra for that seat.”
It was a 10-hour flight. I’d picked and paid for an aisle seat near the front—more legroom, easy exit. Then a woman with a baby asked me to switch… to a middle seat in the last row.
I politely said no.
She sighed loudly. A few passengers glared. One said, “She’s got a baby,” but I stayed put. I’d planned ahead—it wasn’t my problem to fix.
After landing, she complained to a gate agent, loudly accusing me of being heartless. Her husband backed her up, calling me selfish.
Security had to step in.
The officer calmly told her, “He didn’t break any rules.” She lost it—and they escorted her out.
A woman nearby turned to me and said, “You did nothing wrong.”
And she was right. I wasn’t being cruel—I was just setting a boundary.
I paid for that seat. I don’t regret keeping it.
