{"id":811,"date":"2024-05-15T02:55:29","date_gmt":"2024-05-15T02:55:29","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/bexroden.com\/?p=811"},"modified":"2024-05-15T02:55:29","modified_gmt":"2024-05-15T02:55:29","slug":"the-lady-in-the-window-seat","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/bexroden.com\/?p=811","title":{"rendered":"The Lady in the Window Seat"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">She was aggressive off the bat. Perhaps that\u2019s why it bothered me. I wouldn\u2019t have minded sitting in the other seat, but the aggression threw me off. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">All I said was, \u201cI think that\u2019s my seat?\u201d With the inflection in my voice, that soft question intonation, that vocal gesture indicating,<em> perhaps I\u2019m wrong, but maybe we could figure this out together<\/em>?\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">But she returned it with a hard, \u201cThis is <em>my<\/em> seat.\u201d A head turn, a body wave, wide, accusing eyes. And everything so fast, as if she&#8217;d been waiting for someone to challenge her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cUm, my ticket says 15C?\u201d I looked up at the numbers above the row of seats.&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cThat\u2019s over there, the window seat.\u201d She pointed.&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Then before I could reply, the lady across spoke for me\u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cNo, C is the aisle.\u201d&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">And behind me, a man\u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cSee in the image, A is by the window.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">And her quick adjustment when she realized she was wrong. \u201cOh. Okay.\u201d And up she moved, shifting her weight to the window seat.&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">For a second I stood there, unsure what to do. <em>Sorry<\/em>, I wanted to say. <em>You can have mine<\/em>, I wanted to say. But she had moved and they had said it all for me.\u00a0The voices around me had resolved it before I had time to think, before I had time to act as I would have acted if it had been only me. I felt my soul shrink behind my body like a snail slipping into a twisted shell. <em>I\u2019m kind. I promise I\u2019m kind<\/em>.\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I took my seat, still considering offering it back to her. But wasn\u2019t she rude? Should I always lay myself down like a red carpet for everyone around me?\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Guilt tugged at my throat and I avoided eye contact with the lady in the window seat.\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I felt like a Karen (as the kids say these days), like I complained and got my way. But I didn\u2019t complain. I was mute, watching it all unfold around me. And my way was the way it was supposed to be before the window lady mistook my seat for hers.\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I settled in, pulled out a book and read the same page six times. Perhaps I would have been more comfortable in the window seat. I closed my eyes, but the scene remained. <em>\u201cThis is <\/em>my<em> seat.\u201d<\/em>\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Perhaps some people are made to be red carpets and some people are made to wear velvet shoes.\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-text-align-right wp-block-paragraph\">March 27, 2024<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>She was aggressive off the bat. Perhaps that\u2019s why it bothered me. I wouldn\u2019t have minded sitting in the other seat, but the aggression threw me off. 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