Mr. Johnson settled into his flight to New York, ready to relax in his carefully chosen aisle seat—only to find a blonde woman already sitting there. Politely, he explained it was his assigned spot, but she refused to budge.
The woman by the window chimed in, backing him up: “My ex was tall and always needed the aisle seat too.” But the blonde just crossed her arms. “I’m blonde, I’m smart, and I’m staying right here,” she declared.
Frustrated, Mr. Johnson called a flight attendant over. After a quiet whisper in the blonde’s ear, she immediately switched seats without another word.
After landing, Mr. Johnson couldn’t resist asking the attendant what magic words had worked. The answer? “I told her the aisle seat wasn’t going to New York City.”
