Window seat

It's just about two hours away from the time my flight is scheduled to land at Honolulu Airport, and I will be very glad to part ways with my temporary traveling companions.

When I got on the second flight, I was supposed to be in seat 16F. I walked up to row 16 to find a woman in my chair. She and her (late teens?) son were seated at the aisle and window, and they seemed to think I would be fine taking the middle seat. Let me ask you this- would you?

Nobody likes the middle, and it would be damned weird to sit between a mother and her son. I bought this ticket in March. I chose the window because I like the window. I like to look out the window. About 10 minutes after we were situated, the young man informed me I could close the window if I like. I tried to be polite and close it. Another ten minutes passed, and mom told me to open the window. Whatever. Then about 20 minutes later, she reached over my lap to close the window. 

If it's that important to have control over the windows, here's an idea- buy your freaking ticket in March. 

I'm watching the movie now. It's the second Captain America film. When it's over, I plan to unapologetically open my window.