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Trying to stay polite despite his frustration, Mr. Johnson cleared his throat. “Excuse me,” he said. “That’s my seat. I booked it specifically.”
Mr. Johnson checked her boarding pass and saw that she was actually assigned to a middle seat. He tried to reason with her, explaining that his height made the middle seat nearly impossible to fit into, while she was small enough that it wouldn’t be an issue.
No matter what he said, she repeated her mantra: “I’m blonde, I’m smart, and I’m staying in this aisle seat until we land in New York.” Even the woman in the window seat attempted to help, sharing how her tall ex-boyfriend had the same problem—but the blonde refused to budge.
