What Do You Mean My 6 Year Old's Seat Is NO Longer Next to Mine???
We arrived at the airport just fine. From what I can remember (now I am gong off memory more than my notes) getting through security was uneventful. Quickly though, our ease of arrival was replaced by frustration and down right aggravation!
Just to recap, Zoe and I had flown together on SW and had an amazing flight. It was easy and nice and the staff was not only accommodating, but friendly and nice. Steve and Alex had flown on Continental/United and their flight had not been so perfect. Not horrible, but not perfect like ours.
Fast forward to checking in for our departure. There had been some issues when we checked our bags back at WL. I remember it took a while and I remember that they were trying to get something sorted out for us, but ultimately couldn't.

Well, when we got to the gate, we quickly found out just what trouble we were having.
Even though we had "picked seats" apparently they were over booked and everyone was checking in. So the airline was shuffling people around.
Our seat arrangement for the first leg from Orlando to San Fransisco was not too bad. We were put two and two only 7 rows apart. Honestly, this wasn't the end of the world since we had already flown to MCO separately.
The second leg was the problem. We did not have seats together. The gate agent in Orlando was less than helpful. I was told repeatedly by him that there was nothing that he could do. The flight was now booked that way and I would have to wait until just before boarding on that second flight to see if we could get things changed. Meanwhile, I asked him about preboard because of Zoe's condition (SW had not even batted an eye) He looked over our reservation and told me there was no indication that had been noted on the reservation so no...again nothing could be done. I think he realized at that point he was SERIOUSLY setting off my mama bear anger... first you tell me that there is nothing that can be done regarding my 6 year old being seated by herself. Now you tell me, my child with a medical condition (who is going to be potentially seated by a stranger) can not have priority boarding.

Now, I have been know to not be able to hide my emotions. My facial expression apparently is telling of what I am thinking or feeling. Apparently at this point... my thought or feeling that was being conveyed in my expression was that he better rethink it and fast. Reluctantly (and with a bit of a "next time" lecture) he gave us "section 2" boarding passes. This only put us with people with small children... but I would take it over pushing and shoving with all the main passengers. (and believe me.. these were some pushing and shoving sort of flights...NO ONE was happy)
As I mentioned, the flight was a very very full one. The gate agent began requesting that anyone with carryon luggage come see him so that he could check their bags for free. We had both carryon luggage and personal bags...so the offer seemed good (especially to Steve) For some reason tough, I was hesitant. Something seemed... well, I am not sure what it seemed... but I remember being nervous about the process. Keep this in mind for later. Steve urged me to go along with it. He said they had the same thing happen on their flight down and to trust him.
Upon entering the plane, I very quickly discovered that SW wins again. SW, I had ample leg room. This plane... no leg room what so ever. I had to contort myself in order to pick up anything that Zoe had dropped on the floor.
I can't remember if it was this leg or the next that Steve had to deal with an unhappy passenger, so I will tell the story in this update rather than the next. Just keep in mind it actually might have been on the next flight.
Basically, since we were two and two, there was one seat that was available next to the guys. Well, as everyone seemed to have been shuffled around.. a family with a teenage girl approached Steve (window) and Alex (aisle). Taking one look at the two of them the mother exclaimed. "NO, NO..NO! NO! NO!" She then proceeded to hold up the line getting down the isle in order to get a flight attendants attention. She refused to let her daughter sit next to the guys. The girl ended up being embarrassed enough to tell her family that it was ok...she would just sit there. (thinking now though, I am not sure why they didn't just have dad sit there

) Mom was insisting that they sit closer together and she convinced someone sitting behind the guys to give up their seats so she could monitor the girl. The entire flight she was making snide comments about my guys sitting next to her daughter.

I guess everyone was just a bit out of sorts with how packed in were were.
Next Chapter: Calling Mr. Davidson... Mr. Steve Davidson