“Can I get an aisle seat, please?”
“No, sorry, the only seat available is a middle seat.”
“That’s fine, I’ll take it.”
I boarded the plane and went to look for my middle seat. It would have been nice if there was an aisle seat since I prefer sitting by the aisle. Easier to get up and run out the plane. Not today though. I will have to endured the middle seat. It’s not a long flight from Los Angeles to New York City, around five hours, so it shouldn’t be that bad.
My seatmate by the window is already seated. Thirtysomething man who is looking at his phone. Must be working on something since he was typing furiously on his touch screen phone. He said a quick hello when I sat next to him and he went back his work stuff. The aisle seatmate still haven’t arrive yet. I secretly hope that no one claim this empty seat, but it didn’t last long. An older lady is heading toward my direction and I knew immediately that she is coming for her aisle seat next to me.
I smiled at her when she took her seat. We exchanged pleasantries and I noticed by her accent that she is not from the United States. I asked if she is from Australia since I recognized her accent. She is Australian and was visiting an old friend in Los Angeles. Now she is on her way to New York to see her daughter. As it turned out, this is her first visit to the States and she was unapologetic about being a tourist.
That five hours flew by so fast that it came as surprised when the captain announced over the speaker to prepare for the landing. Having a chatty seatmate made this particular flight a nice experience. I didn’t have to endured sitting in the middle seat since I had a delightful time talking to a nice Australian lady. When we landed at the airport, we said our goodbyes and I told her to have a good time in New York.