“This seat,” Alyssa replied, tapping the armrest lightly. “I’m assigned here.” Alyssa wondered whether the attendant was young and green on the job or just plain tired with the work, especially around the holiday season. Why else would she ask such an obvious question?
The attendant frowned slightly, scanning the row. She glanced down the aisle, then back at Alyssa. “That can’t be right, ma’am.” A ripple of irritation passed through Alyssa, quickly suppressed. “I can show you my boarding pass.”