Without A Helping Hand
“What? “I’m sorry, but I’m a 31 B,” Jessica responded. Because the number 31-B was printed quite legibly on her ticket, there was no way that she could be led to believe that it was anything other than what it actually said. After getting back on her feet and doing some extra investigation, she came to the conclusion that her first assumption was correct. She did not communicate in any way that she was going to back down from her position.
Who exactly did this person believe he was joking around with when he made those comments? What exactly was the objective of the game in which he was engaging, and how did he go about accomplishing it? She searched for assistance from the flight attendants, but the only thing they did in response to her request was nod their heads.