"I hope I will live through this!", Mr. Will told the poor stewardess."I've got a weak heart, you know? "Yes, fine, Sir", the stuck smile nodded at him, took his boarding-card and immediately announced," Take the second aisle please, you will find the seat numbers on the luggage compartments, have a pleasant flight."
And a moment later:" The SECOND aisle, Sir and to the right."
"But those seats on the left look much more comfy..."
"Those are reserved for our first class passengers."
"Which I am not?"
"No, Sir, as your ticket says up there you are booked for economy class. Now please go to your seat and make the entryway free for our other passengers."
As the old man finally moved into the right direction, she turned to the next passenger [Simone Klibingat Team Bonn That is no conicindence any longer]. The speed with which the old man changed direction again to take a seat in first class was entirely uncanny. He collapsed into the seat, ready to suffer a heart-attack in case someone suggested he had to leave this place ever again. He hummed to himself as he adjusted the seat and went for a small nap, his hat thrust deep in his face. His sleep always being light and unrestful (he never complained of course), he slept through the announcement of safety features, the captains hearty welcome and the whole procedure of takeoff [link to Daniel Seibert, Bonn, On the plane].