My parents had already sat down for the flight, and my brother soon followed, sitting on the last seat of the row of three. I looked around momentarily, before noticing there wasn’t an empty seat around us.
“Um, where am I supposed to sit?” I asked. My mother looked up, confused.
“What do you mean? There should be a seat right in front of us,” she said. Peering around I saw that those seats were occupied by two younger boys and a very upset looking mom. I blushed as I realized she was upset that I was dressed (or rather not dressed) so provocatively around her kids. I was starting to get worried, when suddenly a flight attendant walked over towards us.
“Ma’am, we really need you to take a seat,” she said.
“That’s what I’m trying to do, but there aren’t any seats for me to take,” I said, starting to get frustrated. She looked around much like I had, and upon seeing the plane was full, looked to me again.
“That’s very strange. Would you show me your ticket?” She asked. For a moment I was afraid I might get kicked off the plane, as I didn’t actually have my ticket on me, and with no seats it looked like I had snuck in here. Luckily it turned out that Rob had been smart enough to grab the ticket for me, and he handed it to the attendant.
“Let’s see...” the attendant said, before proclaiming, “aha, here’s the problem.”
