The door was ready to close on my plane headed from Orlando to Seattle. I was pleased to notice that most rows consisted of passengers looking out the window, and seated in the aisle, with the middle spot vacant. However, I was even more fortunate on this lengthy flight. In aisle seat 25C I had the entire row to myself—or so I thought.
Just before take off the man seated kitty corner to me asked if he could move to the window seat in my row. After a few seconds of, “What would Jesus do?” dancing through my brain, I agreed. I was a bit disappointed to give up my extended space, but blessings often come in disguise.
Within minutes after my new seatmate buckled his safety belt I spotted a young mother attempting to walk down the center aisle. She was having difficulty because her young son continuously stopped, laid down on the floor in the aisle, and with hands and feet flailing screamed to the top of his lungs.
When you are a frequent flyer out of Orlando it’s not uncommon to observe one or two children that have hugged Goofy one too many times, or heard “It’s a small, small world” until it borders on insanity.
However, as this child’s howling continued the atmosphere on the plane shifted from calm to tension and dread. The mom tried to coax her son to get off the floor with adoring phrases such as, “Come on, Honey” and “Sweetheart, please get up.” I am certain each passenger joined me in thinking, “Please God don’t let me be the unlucky person to sit next to this child for 6 hours.”
The woman stopped at my row, and spotted the man now seated in the window seat. She looked at the flight attendant who stood nearby and that’s when the horrific reality hit me. “Those 2 seats were for her and this child, it’s my row!!” Recognizing that the man had moved into the woman’s seat the kind attendant ushered the woman and child to a vacant row all to themselves. As the child’s wailing continued, the attendant proceeded to hand out bright pink ear plugs to the passengers within an audible range.
I turned to look at the man beside me, and whispered to him, “Bless You.” We both smiled.
As someone who travels often I thought others might benefit from a few “road warrior” tips. Here are several of my favorites:
When staying in someone’s home:
Things that make travel easier:
On the trip back home from Seattle to Orlando another young boy was seated in my row. But this adorable Canadian chap was polite, kind and a pleasure. As we chatted about his vacation he eagerly opened his bag and offered me a treat from his plethora of snacks—what a difference from the first child. However, let’s remember—he was on his way to see a VERY big mouse.