So starts the long process of trying to get the bulk head seats on the plane so C doesn’t kick the crap out of the person sitting in front of hime. Sometimes I get lucky and have them assigned over the phones, other times I have to fight at the airport.
rrrrrrring…

After a long process of listening to options and pressing buttons I get a live one, so I begin explaining why I need the bulk head seats.

Me – I’d like to get the bulk head seats as I’ll be traveling with a toddler…

Dummy – What?

Me – I have a toddler and…

Dummy – you have a what?

Me – a toddler..

Dummy – sorry maam I don’t…

Me – a small child you friggin idiot, put your barin in gear before you pick up the phone
My patients gone within the first minute, I hung up. I’ll try again today, maybe I’ll get someone at British airways with a brain.