Mr. Johnson boarded a plane

Mr. Johnson boarded a plane to New York City.

He was about to sit down in the aisle seat he had booked when he saw a blonde woman sitting in his seat.

“Wh-what are you doing?!” sputtered Mr. Johnson.

“I specifically booked this seat!

Why aren’t you sitting in your seat?!”

The blonde woman replied, “I’m blonde, I’m smart, and I’m sitting in this aisle seat until this plane lands in New York City.”

Angrily, Mr. Johnson snatched the blonde’s ticket out of her hand. It was for the middle seat.

“Your ticket says you’re supposed to be sitting in this middle seat!” he shouted.

“I specifically booked this aisle seat because I’m six-foot-five and I hate the cramped spaces of airplane seats! Meanwhile, you don’t seem to be any taller than five-foot-one. You should be able to handle the middle seat just fine!”

He showed the blonde his ticket to prove that he had, indeed, booked the aisle seat.

Again, the blonde woman replied, “I’m blonde, I’m smart, and I’m sitting in this aisle seat until this plane lands in New York City.”

“You’d better listen to that guy,” said the woman sitting in the window seat.

“I once dated a guy who was six-foot-one, four inches shorter than that guy, and he always sat in the aisle seat because he hated the cramped spaces.”

For the third time, the blonde woman replied, “I’m blonde, I’m smart, and I’m sitting in this aisle seat until this plane lands in New York City.”

Mr. Johnson was now furious.

He told a nearby flight attendant about the blonde in his seat.

The flight attendant whispered something in the blonde’s ear, and the blonde sheepishly moved into the middle seat.

A relieved Mr. Johnson sat in the aisle seat.

As soon as the plane had landed, Mr. Johnson asked the flight attendant, “What did you tell that woman?”

“I told her that the aisle seat wasn’t going to New York City.”