𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐨?|ℂℍℝ𝕀𝕊 𝕊𝕋𝕌ℝℕ𝕀𝕆𝕃𝕆|

25 | 𝕣𝕠𝕓𝕖𝕣𝕥 & 𝕟𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕪

i take a deep breath and tighten my grip on the handle of my suitcase as i follow the crowd of people down the walk-way and into the plane. i make sure to touch the outside of the plane before stepping on for good luck. my dad always told me to do that whenever we traveled. speaking of him, we haven't talked in a while. last time i heard about him was that he was going on a long business trip. and that was like, two weeks ago. i glance at my seat number to be prepared to place my carry-on bag in the stowaway compartment. i find my seat and immediately get excited. there it is, the best seat you can get on a plane, the window seat. i lift my bag up and try to place it above me but fail and almost drop the heavy ass bag on my head. "oh! don't worry i gotcha sweetie." an old man said from behind me as he took my bag and placed it neatly in the compartment. "thank you." i say with a smile. "no problem. enjoy the flight!" the man said as he made his way past me to his seat. i love old people. i scoot down to my given seat and get settled. i place my phone charger, earbuds, and mcdonalds in the pocket in front of me. i see an old couple slide their way into my row. they are so cute. i smile at the old woman who takes place next to me and she smiles back. i look out my window and see the luggage being put onto the plane. i scout out for my suitcase because i need to make sure it gets to montana with me. 

a short while later everyone is in their seat but we don't get to take off because some thirty year old lady is complaining because she has to sit next to the bathrooms in the back of the plane. "i didn't choose to sit there!" the lady yelled. "ma'am, whoever booked the flight chose this seat." a male flight attendant said trying to calm the screaming woman. "my ex-husband booked this flight! i just got divorced!" the woman screamed. "i woulda left you too if i were him!" the old lady next to me shouts with her new york accent. the screaming woman glares at us as i smile. "i am sorry your going through that, but you need to sit down if we are going to go anywhere." the male flight attendant said. "i am not sitting down. i demand another seat!" the lady exclaimed. "ma'am that is the only seat available for you to sit." one of the female flight attendants said. "and everyone on this plane has somewhere to be and we need to leave the airport ma'am. please sit down." the male flight attendant added. "well i suppose everyone is going to have to suffer until i get my well earned seat!" the woman says crossing her arms. the rest of us passengers boo at her and a few people tell her to get off the plane until another flight attendant from the first class section peeks into the conversation. "security is on their way." he informs and then disappears out of our sight. "oh wowww. you called security on me? wow, very great service of yours, yeah, uh-huh im so impressed! c'mon everybody let give them a BIG round of applause!" she says sarcastically and then starts to clap.... alone. "ma'am, this really isn't necessary. its just a seat, and we are all going to the same place." the female attendant informed. "stop making me yell or im gonna get wrinkles!" the angry lady screams louder. "too late for that." the man of the old couple sitting next to me mumbles. "yeah, that anti-aging shit she got goin on aint of no help to ha." the old woman said leaning in my direction for me to hear. her new york accent makes it ten times funnier. i giggle and continue to watch the amusing crazy lady. 

she rambles on and on about her seat until these two big and buff security guards make their way to the back of the plane. "ma'am please step off the plane." one of the security men said. "and if i don't? what? are you going to throw me out the window?" the woman asks sarcastically. "i wish they would." i speak up as i move my position to sit on my knees and face the back of the plane as i tilt my head. and when she glares at me i give her the fakest smile i can. i hear a few agreements from other passengers. the old woman next to me laughs and pats my arm. "ma'am please don't refuse the demand. you need to get off the plane. now." the second security guard says. "no." the woman says like a child. the two security guards look at each other and sigh. they are as sick of her as much as we are. they grip her arms and forcefully lead her out of the plane. "NO! NO! THIS IS ABUSE! HARASSMENT! I AM GETTING HARASSED! IM CALLING THE POLICE!" the woman screams bloody murder as she is escorted off the plane. everyone claps that the interruption of our schedule is now gone. i sit back down and buckle my seat belt as the flight attendant is showing us from the isle. "you are so funny, my dear." the old woman next to me says as she gives me a big smile. "you as well. both of you." i reply with a small laugh. "im nancy. and this is my husband robert." she says as she leans back for me to see robert. he grumbles something and continues to read a magazine. nancy's smile drops and she whacks him in the arm. he jumps and looks at her. "are you going to introduce yourself?" nancy asks. "hi." robert says blankly and he continues to read his magazine. nancy waves her hand his the air and rolls her eyes. "don't mind him. he's been a grumpy old mess for over 20 years." she says to me. "don't worry, my dad is the exact same." i say with a small smile. "well i think we are going to have a great flight together." nancy says as she pats my hand. "im sure we will." i say smiling. did i mention i love old people?