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Post by Nora on Sept 3, 2017 22:23:35 GMT
Once, I was on a tour bus that was going to be driving around for over 12 hours (with lots of stops along the way including for meals, etc). … I still felt guilty about it because I knew it was selfish to keep my seats, but the 12 hour ride was unbelievably better in a place where I could sit any way I liked and put my stuff on the seat next to me.  nice story. I know the feeling. I often fly alone to places, usually on very long flights, and have been asked multiple times to give up my seat so someone could sit next to someone else they knew. I usually have no problem with it, when its isle for isle or window, but trading an isle seat for a middle seat on a 12 hour flight is a HUGE step down re comfort. The last time this happened I was asked by what seemed to be a 100 year old lady so she could sit next to her 100 year old husband. I refused. 30 seconds later the guilt was just unbearable so I changed my decision and gave up my seat. The universe "rewarded me" by seating me next to an extremely interesting couple and now get this: I was flying home (USA) from Dubai I think. I was just moving to a new part of town (Brooklyn) in New York and was somewhat worried about the area I was moving to. The couple next to me turned out not only living in the same area but actually lived (for almost 30 years) on the Very Same street I was moving onto. What are the odds, right? They gave me lots of good tips and in the end we became quite friendly and made my move here much more pleasant. Sometimes things have a way of working out. |
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