Magazine admin · May 24, 2025 · Comments off
I’m still so heated I can barely type this without rolling my eyes every five seconds.
So I (29F) was flying with my family to attend our cousin’s destination wedding in Greece. It’s been planned for months. We all booked our own tickets, and I specifically paid extra for a window seat near the front because I get motion sickness like crazy. I made sure to book it early because I knew what a nightmare long-haul flights can be for me.
Now here’s where it gets stupid.
At the gate, my older sister Madeline (32F) comes up to me all flustered. Her husband, Victor, was randomly assigned a middle seat in the very back. And she’s like, “Hey, can we switch seats so Victor and I can sit together?”
I laughed at first, thinking she was joking. But nope. Dead serious.
I told her, “No, sorry, I really can’t. I paid extra and I need the window.” She made a face and went, “Come on, it’s just a seat. We’re only asking because we thought family mattered more than comfort.”
