Then the flight attendant looks at me and asks if I’d be willing to switch seats because of “maintenance.” I’m standing there holding my ticket while my actual seat literally has a DO NOT OCCUPY sign taped across it. What exactly am I supposed to say, no?
I board the plane, find my row, and immediately see my seat basically turned into a construction site. The whole thing is taped off, plastic over the headrest, tools everywhere, a giant OUT OF SERVICE tag hanging on it like it’s a broken vending machine.
