Woodstock.Hippie
New Member
On our flight home, the computers screwed our seats (that was fun to watch) and so to sit together, we had to beg a switch. The kid I asked was not willing to swap his window pillow for my middle seat four rows up. There was however, a very nice, warm-hearted woman with a heart larger or more wise than his, as I could feel it's strength even though she cwould not smile as she offered to give her seat. As I helped her move her bag forward, I thanked her but I really wish I would have said loud enough
"Just for that I'm gonna do 42 good things with your name on 'em, young lady"
Alas, we didn't catch her name.
Let's call her Alice.