When the woman boarded with her daughter, it was clear they had been separated by last-minute ticketing chaos. She looked stressed, her daughter even more so, and without thinking twice, I offered to switch seats. She gratefully took my spot while I squeezed myself into the middle seat of the last row—the kind of spot…
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