2/ The Dog Wasn’t the Problem — The Owner Was. So I Took Matters into My Own Hands at the Gate
No one wanted to sit near her—but I decided to take the seat right beside her, wearing a calm smile and making polite conversation. She barely acknowledged me, too caught up in her own world. Then, casually, I told her, “Hey, they just moved the Rome flight to gate 14B. You might want to hurry.”…