one lesson:
Patience could outweigh anger when you knew how the story would end.
“Ma’am,” Evan said softly, “I’d appreciate it if you left my assigned seat.”
Darla exploded.
“Are you threatening me?”
She clutched her bag for effect.
“Everyone heard that, right? He’s intimidating me!”
Jessica advanced.
“Ma’am, please. If I could see both boarding passes—”
“Call your supervisor.”
Darla raised her phone.
“Now.”
Then she smiled.
“My husband’s company practically keeps this airline in business. He’ll be very interested to hear how you’re handling this.”
Jessica rushed to the galley.
Darla leaned against Evan’s seat, looking up with false sympathy.
“You really should learn your place.”
Nobody spoke.
A woman put on noise-canceling headphones.
A businessman buried himself in his laptop.
Others kept recording.
But Evan remained frighteningly calm.
Then lead flight attendant Marissa arrived.
“What seems to be the issue?”
Darla answered at once.
“This man is
