Good to be KING!

Arrived at the airport on Sunday at O'Dark thirty only to find out that my seat was going to be 9E, a middle seat. With a full plane, it didn't look likely that I would get a window seat. Who flys from San Jose at 7am on a Sunday? Well apparently, quite a few people. So, I'm group 6 and I get to sit last. My only concern is finding a spot for my gear because I don't want to check it for obvious reasons. Luckily all was well. The plane is backing out. I have a honey on my left and a honey on my right so it won't be so bad.....wait....the stewardess comes rushing up... and says....

There is a lady in the back of the plane, who has 30 minutes to catch a connecting flight. Is there anyone who could possibly switch seats with her so she has a chance to make her connecting flight. The seat is 28A.....it is a window.....

With that last word my hand shot up....I'll do it. So off I went to the back of the plane, swapped seats with the lady and took up my 3.5 hour ride next to smelly Habib....but it was a window seat.

The next 15 minutes was spent saying no problem as every stewardess on the plane and I think on the plane next to us and the one next to that one came up to thank me. They offered my beverage first....and they gave me FREE cheese....a meal they were selling for 7 BUCKS!! HA....what a deal.....So...I rode home, fat, sassy and smelling Habib!

We ended up arriving 20 minutes late, so I'm not sure if the lady was even able to make it to her next plane....oh well....the cheese was good!