Given very little leg room in the flights these days, the tall young boy on the seat next to me was getting impatient with his uncomfortable posture and pushed back his seat in a forceful way. Within in no time it resulted in a big resistance from the lady on the seat behind. Her loyal husband also quickly turned to her rescue and snapped at the kid right away, demanding him to adjust his seat in the upright position.
The kid refused to follow any orders from the couple and soon, the dialogues between them turned into a quarrel.
The flight attended was called - a beautiful woman in her thirties who spoke in a warm and polite manner. But her beauty or politeness had no impact on the boy, and when she respectfully asked his to adjust his chair, he retorted back with, “Humse na ho payeeeee…” in a thick Bhojpuri accent.
Looking at the situation and to save the air-hostess from any further embarrassment, I offered to exchange my seat with the lady on the back seat. This would have perfectly solved the issue, before I realized that there was barely any leg space to fit me (or my valuable parts) between the seats. Hence, in the interest of my future generation, I turned towards the air-hostess and said, “Humse bhi na ho payeeeee…”
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