has severe arthritis, so she can’t sit like this,” I pleaded with Cheryl.
“I understand your frustration, Miss, but I don’t have any empty seats on our flight. It’s fully booked,” the flight attendant said, glancing down at the manifest clipped to her hand. “Tiffany, please, just scoot toward the window.”
I filed the name away like a curse as Cheryl continue reading …
