An affluent man starts complaining to the flight attendant about being sat next to an obese woman in first class.
James Courtney knew this flight would not be easy the moment he saw the woman sitting next to him. She was very 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 quite 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 sweet, and she was rather 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 very giving 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 reflection. “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 shot 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 dabbed 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 glow upon understanding he’d offended them both.
While the woman next to him sipped her diet Coke, he reclined and bit on an olive and sipped his Martini. With a shudder, he realized she would eventually need to use the restroom and would be squeezing by him.
Shortly after he had finished his last drink, the flight attendant arrived carrying food. She placed a lovely tray in front of him and another one in front of the passenger next him.
“Are you certain that will suffice?” The flight attendant was asked by James, “Why do you think it would take a village to feed this lady?”
Disregarding him, the flight attendant continued serving the other first-class customers. “She really was impolite, wasn’t that?” James questioned the person seated beside him, saying, “I think I’ll complain about her.”
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 beaming.
“Excuse me,” she started. “The captain is eager for you to visit the cockpit. He is a huge admirer.
James was astonished to see that the flight attendant was talking to the big woman seated beside 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 conditions 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.
When a beautiful voice began singing a few bars of a well-known aria in the cabin, the other passengers began to applaud and make joyful comments to one another. “That’s correct,” declared the captain. “We’re flying with the lovely Miss Allison Jones to perform a charity concert for world hunger.”
James winced as the entire aircraft broke into spontaneous applause. The flight attendant then approached. “Listen up, buster,” she replied in a harsh, icy tone. “I’m putting you in economy if you upset that girl again, no matter how many millions you have.”
James noticed the sparkle 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!” said she.
After some time, Allison Jones, the large woman, reappeared, grinning and signing autographs for the other travelers. James shot to his feet to give her room to sit.
He smiled his most endearing 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 stunning eyes when she turned to face him. It makes no difference who I am. Never, ever treat someone that way! Furthermore, you’re not sorry. If I wasn’t sort of famous, would you even be saying sorry? I mean, I can’t control my weight, but you can alter your mindset. Give up passing judgment on others.
James stopped talking, lowered himself back into his chair, and remained silent until their arrival in Portland.
