On the way to New Jersey, we had a two hour layover in Atlanta. While waiting for our second flight, I was talking to a buddy in my squadron. He asked where I was sitting. 21-A. I asked him the same question. 21-B. Cool, right?
Wrong.
We were walking on the plane, and he was right in front of me. He threw his bag in the window seat (my seat) and sat down. Did I say anything? No. I quietly sat in the middle seat (ugh!) and didn't mention a word about it.
So am I just being nice, or am I spineless? I'm beginning to lean toward the latter.
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