So I bought the last available economy ticket on the earliest flight I could find.
That decision turned into a nightmare.
Immediately after takeoff, the woman sitting directly in front of me reclined her seat completely. The seatback came so close to my belly that I couldn’t move my knees, open my tray table, or shift into a comfortable position.
I gently tapped her shoulder.
“Excuse me. Would you mind raising your seat a little? I’m eight months pregnant, and I can barely move.”
She glanced at my stomach.
“I paid for this seat.”
“I’m only asking for a few inches.”
“Your pregnancy isn’t my problem.”
A man across the aisle looked up.
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