I'll start by saying, I regret nothing!! So don't even try to lay any guilt on me.
Delta had the nerve to seat me next to a little, Woody Allen looking South African man during a flight from Atlanta to Calif.
I was the last to board the plane however I was seated near the front of the plane so I assume this man thought he had two seats to himself. I mentioned in a past thread that my Aunt was ill so I traveled to Georgia to be with her.
I was running late, barely made the flight, entered the plane with my carry-on in hand. Stowed my carry-on with the help of the Brotha seated behind me and was about to take my seat when I noticed this little freak side eyeing me with distain. I froze, held my head high as I looked at him from his sandled feet to his balding head. Gave a disrespectful smirk which did not resemble a smile and took my seat.
I heard him as the flight attendant for a cup of water and I caught the South African accent. Nice, I would spend the next four and a half hours doing to him what the black woman from his country wish the could have done.
First- I order a pillow and blanket, strategically placing the pillow and blanket between he and I to avoid any accidental contact.
I check my bag which I had placed under my seat for my tablet, phone and wallet before leaving to the ladies room/lavatory. As I'm walking back to my seat, I see him accessing the monitor in front of my seat. I return, look at him, re-check my bag to insure all items are still there, turn on my monitor to find that he had set it to German or Dutch idk. I still used it as if the language wasn't foreign to me. I like to use the moving maps to view my trip and found it with ease. But he should not have fuc%ed with me.
My seat was the aisle seat. I'm not vain but I am self aware, I can interact with men quite well. So I ask the two men, one seated behind me (Blk) and the one seated directly across from me (YT) where do we buy drinks on this plane? They direct me to the mid section of the plan and I invite both of them to join me by offering to buy the first round of drinks.
Once we are away from our seats, I begin my damsel act
Explaining how I've never dealt with anything like what I was experiencing on this flight due to the discrimination of this South African man I was seated next to.
I told of the tampering of my monitor, which had been witnessed by my new Yt friend and I even explained how there was a barrier of a blanket and pillow between us as if one of us were dirty; I didn't lie, I just omitted the part of me being the maker of the barrier.
We get back to our seats and the Yt man asks this South African where he was from? He says SA and was told by one of my new heros that "We don't need your kind here, man." The Brotha then says "leave this lovely lady alone". The Yt man switched seats with me, as I was moving to my new seat, I gave my SA ex neighbor a wink and a smile.
As I was preparing to sleep, I hear the Yt man as the SA if he intends to tamper with his monitor also.
I wake up at LAX.