Mr. Johnson boarded his flight to New York City and approached the aisle seat he had booked

The woman in the window seat chimed in, “You should listen to him. My ex was tall—only six-foot-one and he always needed the aisle seat to avoid feeling cramped.”

Still, the blonde replied, “I’m blonde, I’m smart, and I’m sitting in this aisle seat until the plane lands in New York City.”

At his wits’ end, Mr. Johnson called over a flight attendant. He explained the situation, and the attendant nodded before leaning down to whisper something in the blonde’s ear.

Suddenly, the blonde’s expression changed. Without a word, she moved to the middle seat.

Relieved, Mr. Johnson sat down in the aisle seat.

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