After My Sister-In-Law Downgraded My Seat, A Four-Star General Stepped In

past first class, past premium economy, past the demarcation line where passengers stop making eye contact. I could feel occasional glances, then the deliberate averting of eyes. Most people don’t want to witness discomfort. They simply want to arrive at their destination.

Row 31 was exactly as cramped as I’d anticipated. Seat 31B was wedged between continue reading …