St. John Goes to Nicaragua

Today was a lot of hurry up and wait. After a somewhat bumpy descent into Atlanta, we waited for a few more hours to get on the plane to Managua. When I got on the plane, I looked for my seat - 23A. I was glad to have been assigned to a window on this plane with two rows of three seats each. However, when i got to row 23, there was an elderly Hispanic lady and her two daughters taking up the whole row. I knew there was no hope in trying to talk it over with them so I looked for the flight attendant. She apparently agreed with me in thinking it was a bad idea to try to move them and so she asked if I would be willing to sit in 24B. Middle Seat. I made the slightest wrinkle of my nose and she said that she would look for another seat but the plane was pretty full. I could see there were some seats in the exit row! She asked me how old I am (do I really look like I am under 18? Thanks, flight attendant!) and since I am at least 18, she let me sit in the window seat. To make it even better, the girl sitting beside me had a husband in the next row and so she changed to that seat as soon as the fasten seatbelt sign was turned off! Whoo-Hoo! Exit row leg room and vacant seat beside me! Sometimes the squeaky wheel does get the grease!