A wealthy man starts complaining to the flight attendant about being sat next to an obese woman in first class because he is irritated.
James Courtney spotted the woman who would be seated beside him and knew right away that this was going to be a difficult flight. She was enormous! How was he going to travel in comfort with her curled up next to him?
The woman buckled her seat belt, sat down, and jabbed James with her elbow. “Observe it!” She turned to face James as he yelled angrily at her.
She sobbed, “Oh, I’m so sorry. Please pardon me.”
“Pardon me?” sarcastically questioned James. Or pardon the three thousand doughnuts you consumed to reach that weight?
The woman gave him a startled scream, and James saw that her face was frail and fairly young. “Lady, you need to book TWO seats when you travel,” he growled in response.
The woman started to cry, but James was in the mood, especially after pointing out her tattered, outdated attire and worn-out shoes.
“I assume your entire budget goes on nachos and hot dogs, right?” he asked. So you’re not able to afford two seats? The next time you pass the hat, I’m sure everyone on the plane will be quite giving!
When the woman turned to face the window, James saw tears welling up in her eyes as she looked in the reflection. “Pay attention,” he directed. “I’m sure my friend who owns a clinic down in Mexico would give you a liposuction for a lot less money!”
By the time James felt his pain from being squashed up against her soft mass was relieved, sobs were resounding around the young woman’s shoulders. He thus asked for a Martini when the attendant returned with the drinks cart.
Everyone ought to be treated with respect and decency.
“Not stirred, but shaken!” In his best James Bond voice, he told the gorgeous flight attendant, “I don’t know what Moby Dick here will drink.”
The attractive attendant sulked at him, pressing her lips together tightly. The woman next her was then addressed by her. “Madam, what would you like to drink?”
The woman wiped her eyes and nodded. “Please, give me a diet Coke.”
James scoffed. “Don’t you think it’s a bit late in the game for a diet Coke?” The flight attendant and the woman both ignored him, but James felt satisfied when he realized he had angered them both.
He reclined back, nibbling on an olive and sipping his Martini as the woman next to him drank her diet Coke. He shuddered as he realized she’d need to use the restroom and would likely squeeze past him.
Not long after he finished his last sip, the flight attendant arrived with dinner. She placed a nice tray in front of him, and another in front of his partner passenger.
“Are you sure that will be enough?” James asked the flight attendant, “Because I think it would take a village to feed this lady!”
The flight attendant ignored him and continued to serve the other customers in first class. “That was rude of her, wasn’t it?” James told the woman sitting next to him, “I think I’ll complain about her.”
However, his fellow passenger ignored him as well, so James delved into the very great dinner. He was finishing up his wine when the flight attendant returned, and this time she was all smiles.
“Excuse me,” she said, “The captain is a huge fan, and he’d love to invite you up to the cockpit?”
James was astonished when he noticed the flight attendant chatting to the large woman next to him, who was smiling, flushing, and nodding. This meant James had to get up and allow her pass.
The flight attendant led the woman away, and James returned to his seat. He expected to send a number of angry emails to the company’s management regarding the service and conditions in first class on their flights.
He was mentally formulating some good rants when the captain’s voice broke through the speakers: “Ladies and gentlemen. We have a celebrity among us! If you are fans of ‘I Love Opera’ like me, you will recognize the voice!”
A magnificent voice entered the air, singing a few bars from a famous aria, and the passengers began clapping and remarking eagerly to one another. “That’s right!” the captain exclaimed. “It’s the lovely Miss Allison Jones, and she’s flying with us to do a charity concert for world hunger!”
The entire plane burst into cheers, and James cringed. Then the flight attendant approached. “Listen up, buster,” she replied in a chilly, harsh tone. “I don’t care how many millions you have, if you upset that girl again, I’m putting you in economy.”
James opened his mouth to argue and noticed a gleam in the flight attendant’s eye. “I’m sorry,” he muttered.
“It’s not me you have to apologize to!” She said.
Allison Jones, the huge woman, returned a little later, smiling and signing autographs for the other passengers. James got to his feet to let her take her seat.
“Listen,” he replied, flashing his most charming smile. “I’m sorry if I was a little rude, I had no idea who you were!”
Allison turned to look at him, and James noticed she had the most gorgeous eyes. “It doesn’t matter who I am. You shouldn’t treat people like that, EVER! And besides, you’re not sorry. Would you even be apologizing if I wasn’t semi-famous? You know, I can’t help my weight, but you can change your attitude. Stop judging people.”
James shut his mouth, fell back into his seat, and didn’t speak again until they were in Portland.
