So I get it. You booked your flight in advance. You considered aisle v window, front or back, over the wing or by the bathroom. I applaud your ability to schedule and book a flight almost a month out.
And while my allegiance will always be to the aisle (yea, I’m 3 trips to the bathroom girl), I stand, err sit, here today in awe of the power you people hold in your window seat.
Yea you heard me, I’ll admit it, you hold the power.
Window down during take-off (you don’t care about my sweaty hands that are gripping the arm-rest as I dream of a glimpse of the outside). And later, you put the window up when I’m trying to watch TV and can barely make out the lips of whatever housewife is on Bravo due to the intense glare cast on the screen. And then just when I think we will agree, down it goes again as the captain is taking advantage of the open mic and explaining what breathe-taking lake we are now flying over (nah, don’t worry, I didn’t really want to see it anyway…)
And in closing, while my tendency to procrastinate will forever leave me stranded in the middle seat, I salute you window seat person and your privilege.
(And yes we’re pretending to sleep when you need to get out)