Entitled Karen Stole My Window Seat After I Went To The Bathroom. What The Flight Attendant Did Next Was Petty, Perfect and Hilarious

Meeting Brian

“I’m Brian,” he introduced himself with a friendly smile and firm handshake, maybe in his late thirties.

“Chicago’s home but traveling for work.” I mirrored his smile, finding some camaraderie in our travel tales.

It turned out we had more in common than distaste for ‘Karen’s’ antics. Brian’s down-to-earth vibe was a welcomed balm, our conversation organically drifting to the similar business meetings awaiting us at our destinations.