I sat down in the most perfect seat on the last leg of my trip. It was perfect because it had so much legroom. I’m a tall woman and this trip had included three flights with seats pressed against my knees. Discovering that the gate agent had swapped me for this seat on flight #4 was huge. I could stretch out my legs and only barely touch the seat in front of me with my toes. I was giggly.
As the small plane door was closed, a flight attendant came to stand next to me and prepared to do her safety training. I watched as she squatted down to set all her props on the floor and stood back up.
“Would you like me to hold those for you?” I leaned towards her and asked with a smile.
Her face lit up. “Oh, thank you!”
“Of course,” I replied with a shrug. Seriously, I could hold a couple of oxygen bags and a seat belt for 90 seconds.