The stewardess arrived promptly, her professional demeanor unwavering. She listened patiently as the blonde woman voiced her complaints, then gently but firmly explained that the middle seat was not for personal belongings and asked her to stow the bag properly. However, the blonde woman refused to budge.
“It’s my limited-edition Dior bag, I can’t stow it in your dirty overhead bins!” she screeched, insisting on her stance. Her voice felt like nails dragging on a chalkboard inside Jason’s head. He knew the economy flight was going to be difficult, but this was proving to be a wild ride from the beginning.