I am so tired

Recovering from a weekend immersed in the indignities of air travel. At some point along the trip, I was reminded of an incident from a few years back, when we had to fly from New York to California for a wedding. My wife was eight months pregnant at the time, and on the return trip, I was begging the staffer at the Jet Blue counter to release a bulkhead seat for her. They weren’t assigned to other passengers yet, the airline was simply holding them back until the last minute, for reasons that I’m sure made sense to someone.

The young woman’s response: “Sir, pregnancy isn’t a medical condition — it’s a voluntary condition.” And she refused to release the seat.

Always wanted a chance to say: thanks for that, Jet Blue!