An rich man starts complaining to the flight attendant about being sat next to an obese woman in first class.
James Courtney knew this trip would not be easy the moment he saw the woman sitting next to him. She was quite large! How in the world was he going to get somewhere comfortably with her sitting next to him?
The woman buckled her seat belt and took a seat, jabbing at James with her elbow. “Take note of it!” She turned to face James, who was yelling at her rather angrily.
“Oh, I’m so sorry,” she wailed. Please forgive me.
James asked sarcastically, “Pardon me.” Or forgive yourself for eating three thousand doughnuts to get to that weight?
The woman gave him a start, and James saw that her face was weak but charming, and she was fairly young. “Lady, you need to book TWO seats when you travel!” was the thought that made him laugh.
The woman started to cry, but James wasn’t feeling very kind, especially after observing how antiquated and inexpensive her outfit was, as well as how worn out her shoes were.
He questioned, “I take it your whole budget is spent on nachos and hot dogs, right?” So you can’t afford to buy two seats? I’m sure everyone on the plane will be extremely charitable the next time you pass the hat!
When the woman turned to face the window, James noticed that her cheeks were wet as tears appeared in the mirror. “Listen,” he said. “I have no doubt that my friend who runs a clinic in Mexico would perform a liposuction on you for a significantly lower cost!”
James was feeling uncomfortable against her soft weight, but by the time he felt better, the young woman’s shoulders were shaking from crying. So when the bartender pulled up with the drinks cart, he ordered a Martini.
Everyone has the right to be treated with respect and decency.
He said, “Shaken, not stirred,” and then, “I don’t know what Moby Dick here will drink,” in his best James Bond voice.
The gorgeous attendant pressed her lips tightly together and sent him a nasty glance. She then addressed the woman sitting next to her. “Madam, which drink would you like to have?”
The woman nodded and wiped at her eyes. “Give me a diet Coke, please.”
James gave a smirk. “Don’t you think it would be a little late in the game to have a diet Coke?” Both the woman and the flight attendant opted to ignore James, even though he felt a faint warmth upon understanding he’d offended them both.
He sat back, biting into an olive and sipping his Martini as the woman next to him sipped her diet Coke. He shuddered to think she would ultimately have to go to the bathroom and would be slipping past him.
The flight attendant returned a little while later with meals in her hands. One beautiful tray was set in front of him, and another was set in front of the person sitting next to him.
“Are you sure that will be enough?” James questioned the flight attendant, “Why do you think it would take a village to feed this lady?”
The flight attendant ignored him and carried on tending to the other first-class passengers. “That was really rude of her, wasn’t it?” James said, “I think I’ll complain about her,” looking at the person sat next to him.
But the other passenger ignored him also, and James continued to savor the very excellent lunch. He was sipping the last of his wine when the flight attendant came back, and she was grinning.
“Excuse me,” she started. “The captain is eager for you to see the cockpit. He is a huge admirer.
James was astonished to see that the flight attendant was talking to the big woman seated next him. She was grinning, blushing, nodding. It was intimated by this that James should get up and allow her some room.
James helped the woman off the plane and went back to his seat. He anticipated that he would be sending the management a number of angry emails about the first-rate service and the circumstances on the company’s flights.
He was composing some brilliant diatribes in his head when the captain’s voice emerged from the speakers. “Gentlemen and ladies,” he murmured. We have a celebrity among us! If you are a fan of “I Love Opera,” as I am, you will be able to identify the voice.
Within the cabin, a lovely voice started singing a few bars of a well-known aria, to which the other guests cheered and exchanged happy remarks. “That’s right,” the captain said. “We’re taking off with the gorgeous Miss Allison Jones to give a concert in support of world hunger.”
The whole flight erupted in spontaneous applause, and James winced. The flight attendant then made her way over. “Listen up, buster,” was her cold, stern response. “No matter how many millions you have, if you upset that girl again, I’m putting you in economy.”
James opened his lips to argue, but then saw the glitter in the flight attendant’s eye. “I’m sorry,” he whispered.
“You’re not required to apologize to me,” She said.
The big woman, Allison Jones, arrived after a while, smiling and signing autographs for the other passengers. James got up quickly to allow her space to sit.
With one of his most charming smiles, he continued, “Listen.” “I’m sorry if I offended you in any way; I had no idea who you were.”
When Allison turned to face James, he saw that she had the most beautiful eyes. It doesn’t matter who I am. Never, ever behave that manner toward someone! Moreover, you don’t apologize. Would you even be apologizing if I weren’t sort of famous? I mean, you can change your thinking, but I can’t control my weight. Give stop judging other people.
James shut up, sank back into his chair, and didn’t say anything else until they got to Portland.
