When I was flying back home from New Plymouth last week I made sure I got to the airport early so I could argue with the automated check-in machine/boarding pass issuer for a window seat. I was quite proud of myself for doing it without creating a fuss and gaining a window seat on my third attempt.
So, can you imagine how unamused I was when I boarded the plane to find a young man in my seat? And the impudent pup was not about to relinquish his/my seat. I should have called the flight attendant and made a fuss! Instead I told him to stay there if he was so determined but be warned I would be leaning across him to take photos out the window.
We ran into overcast weather and rain before too long, so I only took two opportunities to make a right royal pain in the ass of myself. I'm very good at pulling the little old lady act when it suits me and a moving plane is a wonderful excuse for old ladies losing their balance and stumbling and managing to nearly end up in the lap of their fellow traveller. The plane was't very big and the propellor was in the same mood as I was - determined to get in the way.
On the positive side, there is one young man who now knows that Seat D in those little aircraft are the window seats, starboard. And that not all little old ladies are as innocent as they may look.