Finally, the dream has become reality.
You hop a plane, ready for a cramped, uncomfortable flight. You just know you're going to be jammed in the middle seat, stuck with your leg touching someone else's and the other guy's elbow in your ribs. Praying the whole time that you don't end up with a crying baby behind you.
The plane starts boarding. People come rolling in, taking their seats, one by one.
A few minutes go by and then you realize what you are experiencing.
You look left and you realize that you are experiencing the dream.
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
This is the life! Nothing can touch you now!
Oh, no.
Please, baby Jesus, no.
This is the story of Jessie Char.
Char said, "I was flying home to San Francisco, and was so excited when I realized I had the whole row to myself. I even left the armrests up so I could bask in my luxurious airplane bench."
"A few minutes in, I heard one of the armrests fall down. I looked over, figuring the hinge was loose. At that moment I noticed a foot emerge, followed by another foot on the other side," she continued. "The toes were in full wiggle."
"While I was logging onto the airplane Wi-Fi, I saw the left foot stretch over to open the window, and then close it again."
"I looked to the front and back for the nearest flight attendant and caught someone's eye, but by the time she reached me the feet discreetly retracted back into the abyss of row 6."
We are all so, so sorry, Jessie.
You deserved better.
You deserved the dream. You deserved it, and it was stolen from you.
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