When I flew back from Heathrow to JFK after 12 days in Israel, I was seated at the end of a five seat row. Apparently, a family of four had the other four seats, and they didn’t show up. The flight wasn’t full, so the airline didn’t need to move people around to give people more room, and I ended up with the whole row to myself. I’m not even that tall. I put up armrests to sleep lying down on the seats, but I only actually took up three seats. What was nice was taking all my stuff down from the overhead and using the understowage of the empty seats, so I didn’t need to keep getting up to get stuff, or just doing without, because I didn’t want to block the row.
Someone sitting on the other side of the five seats, in a pair of two, asked if I minded if she used the seat at the end of the row for her stuff. I told her I didn’t own the row; it was just my good luck that a bunch of people didn’t show up.
I should have bought a lottery ticket that day.
Oh, yeah-- it was British Airways, and they automatically bring you a glass of champagne when you board (maybe only in Comfort+ and 1st class, but they brought me one). I don’t normally drink, but this seemed like a sign, so I drank it. When you haven’t had a drink in a few years, a glass of champagne hits pretty hard, and I’m a tough insomniac. So the fact that I slept immediately for about 90 minutes was worth a parade, if anyone had offered.