Traveling with children is usually fairly stressful, but almost getting into an altercation with an obviously barren, bitter woman within two minutes of taking my seat on the plane…that’s a first.
Cory, myself, our daughter Winter (4 years 3 months) and our son Ledger (20 months) all took a flight tonight going from Salt Lake to Washington DC, Dulles. Things seemed to be going well as far as getting through security, waiting to board, and even getting to our seats without a meltdown. I had everything ready. Winter and I traveled quite a bit before she turned two and we made the trip to Virginia at least twice just the two of us. I am not a novice at this trip. I got special surprise toys before the trip, packed sweet snacks, salty snacks, got a drink in the terminal, brought the car seat on the plane (toddlers travel better restrained), I even went as far as to ask the woman at the ticket counter to see if there was an empty seat so both our children would have a chance at riding more comfortably. LUCKY ME, there was two empty seat the row across from ours. The ticket woman changed Cory’s seat to the one across the aisle (so she said.) All on board and ready to go is when the trouble started. 
“You’re in my seat” is what the woman said who was standing in front of Cory as we both were getting things stowed under seats in front of us. I started saying “we are a family sitting along here…” but before I could finish she cut me off saying “Oh no, I booked this tickets months ago and I am not going to get stuck riding in the middle because of YOU.” I understood her frustration, especially I recognized the uppity, I am a Delta passenger attitude. I waved my hand in a dismissive manner and tried to explain again “the actually is supposed to be two empty seats over there and you…” Cut off again, she said this was her seat and proceeded to begin sitting down on top of Cory. In such a shove over way, Cory hadn’t even had the chance to grab Ledger shoes he had put in the seat-back pocket. So there she sat, Winter, Ledger, and me on one side and some awful woman, an empty seat, and Cory on the other. Ha ha that is just the set up!
As everyone else around us files in and get into their seats, the woman makes a call. Instead of over hearing (she is after all less than two feet away) her tell her loved one somewhere along her travels, she is well and getting ready to take flight, she launches into telling the person on the phone about the terrible trouble she has had with people on the plane. She tells them that they tried to take her seat and “after she booked it months in advance!” Oh brother, was all I could think. Cory looked over her at me and was really beginning to fume. WHO DOES THAT?!
Then, she starts talking about how bad the flight is going to be because of Ledger and Winter. I looked right at her and said “I hope he screams the whole freaking flight just so YOU have to be bothered.” HOW DARE SHE JUDGE MY CHILDREN?! My mama bear came out so fast, I would have gladly ripped her fat, ugly head off her frumpy fashion accident body. She then repeated what I said into the phone to whomever she was speaking to, who I assume told her to mind my own business because this is how it played out…
Bitter witch “mind your own business”
Mama bear “you are talking about my children, who haven’t done anything”
Bitter witch “you are just made because this is my seat, go away”
Mama bear “I can’t go away, THIS IS MY SEAT” the ridiculousness of it all made me laugh which really pushed her over the edge and she yelled back
Bitter witch “I AM TRYING TO TALK TO MY HUSBAND!”
Mama bear “THEN STOP TALKING ABOUT MY FAMILY!”
Bitter witch “I am getting the flight attendant”
Mama bear “GOOD!”
I brood! I could have easily jumped up and down on her head and not stopped to think about jail time. I am not going to sit there quietly while you bad mouth my children. Had she just heard what I had to say in the beginning, the whole mess could have been avoided. Or if she hadn’t been so rude about it, or I don’t know, not talked about me like I am so unworthy to even be known in her existence.
She then disappeared for a few minutes. When she returned she grabbed her bag and was asked to move up a few rows. The guy across from me and one aisle up waved goodbye to her with me and then winked at me. Thank goodness there are some understanding people in the world!
As I write this on the plane I seriously contemplate mowing her down with our car seats on the way out. I guess her never knowing the joy of her son or daughter loving her unconditionally is punishment enough.








