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The flight attendant moved quickly down the aisle, her calm smile masking the growing discomfort among passengers. A young woman had stretched her foot into the walkway, indifferent to the inconvenience.
“Excuse me, miss,” the attendant said gently, crouching to eye level. “Please move your foot. The aisle must stay clear for safety.”
The woman scowled. “I’m comfortable like this,” she snapped, arms crossed. Still, after a moment, she pulled her foot back. But soon, it slid out again. Passengers exchanged uneasy looks.
Before things escalated, I leaned forward, tapped her shoulder, and smiled. “Flights are cramped. Want to switch seats? You’d get the window, and I’d have more legroom.”
Caught off guard, she hesitated, then agreed. Relieved, I alerted the attendant, and tension in the cabin eased. Passengers nodded in thanks as they passed freely.
By landing, her attitude softened. “Thanks,” she admitted quietly. I grinned. “Flying’s better when we’re all comfortable.”
Sometimes, a small gesture changes everything.
