"Request"

When we make a flight reservation, we are allowed to choose the seat we would like. This choice, however, is only a "request". I think most of us realize this, but you never really think of it that way, do you?

Today, as I was checking in to fly to Monterey, California (sunny, and 30 degrees colder than Houston) I was reminded that "requests" are not always honored. For reasons they cannot disclose, my lovely bulkhead window seat (no one in front of me to lay back and sleep in my lap) has been changed to a seat in the middle of the row. A little notification, and a reason, would have been nice. I'm so disillusioned.

Here's to hoping that I don't get stuck between a contestant for The Biggest Loser and some guy who spent the morning slopping the hogs before dashing to the airport without a shower.