Her expression hardened.
“Don’t tell me how to do my job.”
A few passengers had begun watching us.
One man lowered his newspaper.
A woman across the aisle quietly activated her phone camera.
I took a slow breath.
“Please tell me what specific issue you’re seeing with my reservation.”
Megan ignored the question.
Instead, she walked toward the front of the cabin and spoke to the cockpit crew through the intercom.
When she returned, her expression had changed.
She looked almost pleased.
“Airport security is coming.”
“For what reason?”
“Refusing crew instructions.”
“I have shown you my ticket three times.”
“You’re creating a disturbance.”
I stared at her.
I hadn’t raised my voice.
I hadn’t threatened anyone.
I hadn’t even stood up.
But Megan had already decided what kind of passenger I was.
And she had no intention of allowing facts to change her mind.
Three airport police officers entered the aircraft several minutes later.
The lead officer introduced himself as Miller.
“Ma’am, we need you to stand up.”
“May I ask why?”
“You’re being reported for refusing to comply with crew instructions.”
“I have complied with every reasonable request.
My ticket is valid, and the senior flight attendant has confirmed it.”
Officer Miller looked toward Megan.