I flew down to Pensacola, FL to visit my grandmother and some extended family on Saturday, June 21st. On the first leg of my trip, from Washington Reagan to Atlanta, I had to ask a flight attendant for something I've never had to ask for before.
A seat belt extender.
I almost cried. Surreptitiously, under my breath, whispering so low as to hardly be heard, I asked the lovely flight attendant, "Would it be possible for me to get a seat belt extender?" She nodded at me and hurried on down the aisle to the back of the plane. When she came back by, she seemed to sense my distress and very calmly handed me the extender, without making any sort of comment, and also trying to do it as discretely as possible.
I think that's the part that almost made me cry. The fact that my shame was so evident that this beautiful woman would try and assuage my concerns by being as hum-drum about it as possible.
I made sure to apologize to the woman sitting next to me for possibly taking up some of her space. She was a very kind woman from Baton Rouge who probably wears a size 2. She laughed softly and drawled, "You didn't encroach upon my space, dear. Think nothing of it." Bless her for being so gracious.
Oddly enough, on the flight from Atlanta to Pensacola, my seat belt was plenty long enough to not need a seat belt extender. Crisis averted.
Fall can't come soon enough. I'm ready for this.
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