Mr. Johnson boarded his flight to New York and headed toward the aisle seat he\u2019d reserved. To his surprise, a blonde woman was already sitting there.<\/p>\n
\u201cExcuse me,\u201d he said calmly. \u201cThat\u2019s my seat. I booked it.\u201d<\/p>\n
The woman looked up and declared, \u201cI\u2019m blonde, I\u2019m smart, and I\u2019m sitting in this aisle seat until the plane lands in New York City.\u201d<\/p>\n
Checking her ticket, Mr. Johnson saw she was actually assigned to the middle. \u201cI\u2019m six-foot-five, I need this seat for legroom. You\u2019ll be fine in the middle,\u201d he explained. But she just repeated her phrase, unfazed. Even when the window-seat passenger agreed with him, the blonde refused to budge.<\/p>\n
Finally, Mr. Johnson called a flight attendant. The attendant listened, leaned down, and whispered something in the blonde\u2019s ear. Instantly, she stood up and slid into the middle seat without protest.<\/p>\n
Later, after landing in New York, Mr. Johnson asked the attendant what she had said. Smiling, she replied, \u201cI told her the aisle seat wasn\u2019t going to New York City.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"