His Mistress in First Class

I was sitting in first class on my flight home when a blanket suddenly hit my leg, thrown from the seat in front of me.

A flight attendant hurried over and crouched down, her face full of apology:

"I'm so sorry, ma'am. Miss Foster says she prefers quiet and can't stand having any noise around her."

"She's willing to add $100 to have you move to economy. Would that work for you?"

I set down my water glass and smiled slightly, throwing the blanket back with force:

"I'll add $101 for her to move instead."