Mr. Johnson boarded his flight to New York City and approached the aisle seat he had booked.
To his surprise, a blonde woman was already sitting there.
“Excuse me,” Mr. Johnson said, trying to stay calm. “That’s my seat. I specifically booked it.”
The woman looked up and said confidently, “I’m blonde, I’m smart, and I’m sitting in this aisle seat until the plane lands in New York City.”
Frustrated, Mr. Johnson checked her ticket. It clearly showed she was assigned to the middle seat.
“Your ticket says you’re supposed to sit in the middle,” he said, pointing to her ticket. “I booked this aisle seat because I’m six-foot-five, and I need the extra space. You’re what, five-foot-one? You’ll be fine in the middle seat.”
The blonde, unfazed, repeated, “I’m blonde, I’m smart, and I’m sitting in this aisle seat until the plane lands in New York City.”
