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An Apology to the People in Rows 7-9 on SWA Flight 2782
There’s A Reason We Were So Obnoxious
Greetings!
It’s been over a week since our brief hour and a half flight from New Orleans to Austin.
Maybe you’ve already forgotten about me and my row mates completely. Perhaps we’ve been relegated to an amusing (or annoying) story you share with co-workers or whoever picked you up at the airport or loved ones.
I want to reassure you that it’s completely OUR fault!
You should have been safe in your seat selection.
No crying babies to worry about. No young children to kick your seat. No annoying teen girls babbling incoherent “like” incessantly. No loud, bragging bros.
A thin, middle-aged goateed guy in a black hat at the window. Me, in my simple black midi sleeveless dress, on the aisle. And the septuagenarian woman sitting between us.
You’re right! You should have been safe sitting near us.
We all make a bet when we opt for a Southwest flight. We attempt to be strategic in our seat selection. We like to think we’re savvy and knowledgeable.
When you placed your bet on rows 7,8, or 9, the odds were in your favor.
