His Mistress in First Class
Language: en
I was sitting in first class on my flight home when a blanket suddenly hit my leg, thrown from the seat in front of me. A flight attendant hurried over and crouched down, her face full of apology: "I'm so sorry, ma'am. Miss Foster says she prefers quiet and can't stand having any noise around her." "She's willing to add $100 to have you move to economy. Would that work for you?" I set down my water glass and smiled slightly, throwing the blanket back with force: "I'll add $101 for her to move instead." The blanket hit the person in front square in the face. The woman shot up, pointing at…