I Paid for My Seat — I Refuse to Give

Long flights can be peaceful for some people, but for Sandra, things took an unexpected turn as she found herself defending her reserved window seat from a determined child. Standing her ground, she refused to give it up—yet what happened next was something she didn’t see coming.

This is what Sandra wrote to us: I booked a window seat, but the 7 y.o. girl next to me was crying; she wanted to look outside. Her dad asked me to switch, but I refused. He said, “You’re a grown woman but still very immature.” The girl kept shouting the whole flight.

At some point, the stewardess wanted me to come with her to the back. I froze when she told me if I wanted to give up my seat to the kid in return for an empty business class seat at the front.

I couldn’t believe it!

Without hesitation, I said yes. I gathered my things and moved to my new, much more comfortable seat.
In the end, things worked out in my favor-the spoiled kid got her way, and I got an upgrade. But I stand by my decision. I paid for a window seat, and I don’t believe I should have given it up for anyone, even a child.

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