> I didn't know what to do. I didn't want to ask him to stop it, being shy, and I also wasn't sure if this was the kind of thing you called the flight attendant over for. But just then my dad came over from first class to see us (with first-class chocolate chip cookies! yay!) and I whispered the situation to him. He didn't so much as look back at the man, but he told us to not worry about it and to try again later on.
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> Right after my dad left, my sister put her seat back... and no foot came to push it back up. Sweet. The rest of the flight was uneventful, and we had our three inches of seat reclining without any more problems.

You have me curious now-- did you ever find out what it was that your dad did to bring this about?

> Sosiqui

Don "The Curious Little" Monkey