“I said no, ma’am.” The woman fell silent, swallowing her frustration, willing herself to endure the hours ahead. But as the aircraft began taxiing, discomfort twisted her body. The seat belt dug cruelly into her abdomen. She pressed the call button.
The attendant reappeared, irritation etched in every line of her face. “Could I have a seat belt extender?” the passenger asked carefully. “This one is pressing against my stomach. It’s not safe.” The attendant’s jaw clenched. “Extenders are for passengers of size. You don’t need one. You’re fine.”
The implication was as cutting as it was insulting. A flush of humiliation burned in the woman’s cheeks. “It’s standard procedure for pregnant women. Please.” The attendant leaned closer, her voice dropping to a hiss, sharp enough to slice through the cabin’s hush. “I am the authority here. You will sit back, be quiet, and do as you’re told. Do you understand me?”