MOVING UP
I was feeling quite sorry for myself that day when I boarded the airplane in Oakland for a flight to southern California, because I had been assigned a middle seat. I hate sitting in the middle seat. As others were coming down the aisle, I greeted an old friend who dropped down in the still-empty aisle seat for a chat. A few moments later a voice over the intercom said, “If Mr. Harry Sommer is aboard, would he please identify himself.” My friend raised his hand and the flight attendant came to him and said, “Mr. Somer, your ticket is in the first class today. Don’t you want to come and take your seat in the forward cabin?” He replied, “No, I’d rather stay here with my first-class friend!” I smiled at the complement and several of the passengers even applauded. Shortly, however, the attendant was back. “Mr Somer, the main cabin is full today, but there is plenty of room in…
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