Just as he started to drift into a hopeful escape, a loud screech erupted from behind him. “I need to keep my bag in the middle seat,” the blonde woman insisted, her voice rising above the din. “It’s my personal space!” The passenger she was arguing with looked bewildered, trying to explain that the seat was not for luggage.
Jason clenched his jaw, feeling the frustration bubble up inside him. This woman seemed determined to make the flight miserable for everyone around her. He considered intervening but decided against it. He didn’t want to escalate the situation further.