I recently flew back home to Alabama on vacation and for the most part, the trip was low-key and very relaxing.
I decided this time to fly American Airlines and I must say, it was very easy to get in and out of O’Hare airport and then arrive right into the gate and down to baggage in Atlanta with no issues. It was fairly nice.
Before leaving O’Hare I arrived at my gate rather early, which to me is so much better than getting there late and running to meet your plane, and was sitting there people watching. I noticed this woman and her very quiet withdrawn husband, keep asking the attendant if there were any available first class seats to which the attendant replied “No” every time. I shrugged my shoulders and went on playing with my phone.
It was time to board the plane and when I got to my designated coach seat (which I picked specifically because it was a window seat and I get motion sickness if I can’t see out the window) this same woman who had created a scene at the gate was sitting in my seat.
I politely said, “Um, I think that’s my seat” to which she replied, “Oh, I thought you’d rather have the seat across the aisle” (which was in the aisle on the other side of her husband). I told her no, I usually pick a window seat and told her my reasons. She came back with “Oh, you’ll be fine over there, I’d really like to sit over here by my husband instead of across the aisle from him.”
I was pissed at this time but I tried not to make a scene myself so I kindly sat down.
The flight attendant was preparing for us to depart and walked by only to be flagged down by the irritating woman in my seat who again asked her “Ma’am. Are there any First Class seats available?” The attendant assured her there were none, that it was full and received a pout from the other passenger (aka Devil’s spawn).
I looked towards the back of the plane as we were about to take off and noticed two rows in the back on both sides of the plane that were empty so I darted back there only to be chided from the other flight attendant over the intercom saying loudly and quite perturbed as if I was a terrorist ”WOULD EVERYONE PLEASE STAY IN YOUR ASSIGNED SEAT” and one came back toward me and explained that those seats were not to be sat in due to weight issues – to which I then wondered if I was really THAT heavy and now really started thinking I should definitely go on that diet I had been putting off for several months now.
I explained to the attendant that the biatch up in the front took my assigned seat and refused to move. She couldn’t believe it and told me I could go to Exit seating but by then I said I would just go back to my other seat (which was really not my seat). Confusing, I know.
After the attendant heard my side of the story she decided to loudly talk to me saying “Ma’am, we’re so sorry someone took your seat and if there’s anything we can do for you please let us know.” She kept coming by asking me did I want FREE alcohol and food throughout the entire trip and it kind of made me giggle that this First Class wanna be was having to watch the whole thing.
What makes us feel that we’re entitled to certain things or a way of life? What makes us think that we know what others want and can make their decisions for them and pass it off as if we’re just looking out for them?
We’ve become so spoiled and think that we cannot or will not adhere to rules or any kind of getting along with others because we’re all so stinking selfish. It’s all about us.
What happened to the golden rule of “Do unto others?” Does it really matter if we don’t fly first class for an hour and a half trip? Does our selfishness outweigh the concern for others who may have legitimate issues? Do we even care about our fellow man?
In the end I resolved not to let it bother me (oh, and to share it all on Facebook and blog). My friends felt the same as I and couldn’t believe the sense of entitlement certain people have.
Hopefully, other countries don’t see all Americans in this light. Or do they?