A wealthy man is unhappy about sitting in first class next to a corpulent woman and begins complaining to the flight attendant.
The moment James Courtney discovered the woman sitting next to him on the flight, he knew it was going to be tough. She was huge! How on earth was he supposed to travel comfortably with her sitting beside him?
The woman sat down and nudged James with her elbow as she fastened her seatbelt. “Watch it!” she turned to James as he shouted at her aggressively.
She sobbed, “Oh, I am so sorry. Please forgive me.”
“Forgive?” James asked sarcastically. “Or forgive the three thousand donuts you consumed to reach this weight?”
The woman gasped, and James noticed she was quite young and had a faint but sweet face. He was inspired to mock, “Lady, you need to book TWO seats when you travel!”
The woman’s eyes filled with tears, but James was in the mood, especially after noticing how cheap and outdated her clothes were and how worn out her shoes were.
“I suppose your entire budget goes into nachos and hot dogs, right?” he asked. “So you can’t afford two seats? The next time you pass the hat around, I’m sure everyone on the plane will give generously!”
The woman turned to the window, and James saw the tears running down her cheeks in the reflection. He said, “Listen.” “I’m sure my friend, who owns a clinic in Mexico, could give you a liposuction for much less money!”
As James felt his discomfort from being pressed against her soft weight easing, the young woman’s shoulders shook with sobs. So he demanded a martini when the bartender came by with the drink cart.
Everyone has the right to be treated with dignity and respect.
In his best James Bond voice, he said, “Shaken, not stirred,” and then, “I don’t know what Moby Dick here will drink.”
The attractive attendant gave him a disdainful look while pressing her lips tightly together. Next, she spoke to the woman sitting beside her. “Ma’am, what would you like to drink?”
Nodding, the woman dabbed at her eyes. “Please, give me a diet cola.”
James scoffed. “Don’t you think a diet cola is a bit late in the game?” Although James felt a slight glow as he realized he had annoyed both the flight attendant and the woman, both decided to ignore him.
While the woman next to him sipped her diet cola, he leaned back, bit into an olive, and sipped his martini. With a shudder, he realized she would eventually have to use the restroom and squeeze past him.
Shortly after finishing his last drink, the flight attendant arrived with food. She placed a nice tray in front of him and another in front of the passenger beside him.
“Are you sure that will be enough?” James asked the flight attendant. “Why do you think it takes a village to feed this lady?”
Ignoring him, the flight attendant continued to serve the other first-class customers. “She was really rude, wasn’t she?” James questioned the person sitting next to him, saying, “I think I’ll complain about her.”
However, the other traveler also ignored him, and James enjoyed the really excellent food. When the flight attendant returned, he was just finishing his last glass of wine, and she beamed.
“Excuse me,” she began. “The captain would love for you to come to the cockpit. He’s a big fan.”
Startled, James noticed that the large woman sitting next to him was being addressed by the flight attendant. She blushed, nodded, and smiled. This implied that James had to get up and give her space.
After escorting the woman out of the plane, James sat back down. He expected to send a lot of toxic emails about the first-class service and conditions on the company’s flights to the management.
As the captain’s voice came over the speakers, he mentally crafted some great insults.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” he said. “One of us is a celebrity! You will recognize the voice if you, like me, are an avid listener of ‘I Love Opera.'”
As a beautiful voice began singing a few bars of a well-known aria in the cabin, the other passengers began applauding and exchanging joyful comments.
“That’s right,” explained the captain. “We are flying with the lovely Miss Allison Jones, who is performing a benefit concert for world hunger.”
James flinched as the entire plane erupted into spontaneous applause. The flight attendant then approached him. “Listen, buddy,” she replied in a hard, icy tone. “I’ll move you to economy if you upset the girl again, no matter how many millions you have.”
James noticed the twinkle in the flight attendant’s eye as he opened his mouth to object. “I apologize,” he muttered.
“You don’t have to apologize to me!” she said.
After some time, Allison Jones, the large woman, reappeared, grinning and signing autographs for the other travelers. James jumped to his feet to give her room to sit.
He smiled his most charming smile and said, “Listen.” “I apologize if I offended you a little; I didn’t know who you were.”
James saw that Allison had the most beautiful eyes as she turned to him. “It doesn’t matter who I am. Never treat anyone like that! Besides, you’re not sorry.”
“If I weren’t somehow famous, would you even apologize? I mean, I can’t control my weight, but you can change your mindset. Stop judging others.”
James stopped talking, sank back into his seat, and remained silent until their arrival in Portland.
