I decided to grab an earlier flight home. I would take the 5:20 rather than the 6:05. Save 45 minutes. Every minute counts right? I raced to the airport. I took a chance to fly stand-by. Victory…a seat assignment without the surcharge. Everything lining up nicely. I rushed (RUSHED) through check-in and security (if that is even possible to do today.) I ran to the gate. I arrived disheveled, sweating…but I made it! Just in time. I walked down the jet bridge still catching my breath. I looked down at my boarding pass. Of course…a middle seat assignment. That will teach you Mr. Hurry-To-Shave-A-Few-Minutes. I double-checked my boarding pass. No mistaking it. Also no mistaking the two fellow passengers on the window and aisle seat. I stored my bag in the overhead bin. And prepared to settle in. I buckled in. I hit the seat recline button to get a few precious extra inches before take-off. OF COURSE. The seat doesn’t recline. The lady next to me (aisle seat) must have sensed my exasperation and asked: “Would you like to change seats with me?” “No, I couldn’t do that…but thank you very much. That was kind of you to offer.” At that second, “THINK SMALL” came across my mind.