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Word count: 100
Seats 20A and 20C
After a fun-filled week in the sun, the family looked forward to this last leg of the trip. Three hours to go.
Mom and youngest sat in the first row. Dad and eldest had seats in the last row.
“See ya later. Have fun back there!”
Laughing, father and son made their way to the back.
Suddenly there was a ruckus.
Dad was swearing, storming towards the front, lugging his bags, son right behind.
“Where are you going?” Mom asks.
“What the hell kind of effing company sells seats in row number 20 when the last one is number 19?”