“You do not bend for a seat they used to insult you.” My husband knelt at the gate and fixed my shoe strap while his mother watched—after I’d been assigned seat 38B on our honeymoon flight. He was in suite 1A. His family had “accidentally” classified me as a wedding guest. Then he looked at the manifest and said something that made the entire terminal go silent.
“You do not bend for a seat they used to insult you.” My husband knelt at the gate and fixed my shoe strap while his mother watched—after I’d been assigned seat 38B on our honeymoon flight. He was in suite 1A. His family had “accidentally” classified me as a wedding guest. Then he looked at…
