Given the Boot
A few minutes later, an airport police officer appeared at my seat and said that the airline was filing an incident report against me. I knew I’d done nothing wrong, but feeling self-conscious about causing a scene, I went with him.
Once we were on the connecting walkway, I demanded to know what I’d done. The officer didn’t answer and started filling out a report.
Looking back, I realise I should have insisted on knowing what I was being accused of. But at the time, all I knew was that I was in trouble. Suddenly, the supervisor who had poked me with an antenna was back.
“The pilot doesn’t want to fly you today,” he announced. I was stunned. What did the pilot have to do with anything? I hadn’t even spoken to him! I wanted to stand my ground, but I was terrified of what might happen if I did—everyone knows you’re not supposed to act out at the airport or on a plane.
So when the policeman came to escort me out again, I didn’t put up a fight. “Get a lawyer,” one man whispered. Good idea, I thought to myself. This is ridiculous.
Malinda decided she had to fight back