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6.13.13
After four hours of negotiation and some seedlings for future ulcers, I convinced the Kenya Airways workers that it was OK to let me board the plane and get my visa upon arrival, 20 minutes before the plane was set to depart. Boarding the plane, I was in a long line in one aisle, my seat about halfway back. An elderly woman was struggling to get her luggage into the overhead, so I gave her a hand. This caused the guy behind me to grumble and basically push me into this woman's lap as he skirted by while I was stowing her bag. His friends started to follow suit, and I stood up and gave them the coldest stare I'm capable of (which, let's be honest, is probably room temp at best). This got them to stop being insufferable, which was cool.
There was a silver lining, too: I had the gumption to ask for an aisle seat 5 minutes before boarding, and they had one available. And it happened to be in an exit row. On a large Boeing, which meant I had about 15 feet of leg room. Beautiful.
There was a silver lining, too: I had the gumption to ask for an aisle seat 5 minutes before boarding, and they had one available. And it happened to be in an exit row. On a large Boeing, which meant I had about 15 feet of leg room. Beautiful.
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