The Aging, Cold-Blooded, Ruthless Bitch.

Two Asian girls about my age came up to me on the plane to go to LA from Cleveland and asked if I could switch seats with one of them so they could sit together.
I was sitting in the aisle, and they were both assigned to middle seats.

I begin to think about their illogical request.
I picked my seat. I went through the effort to pick where I wanted to sit on the plane. Now, tell me why anyone would switch from an aisle to the middle if two lazy ass friends couldn't take two minutes of their lives to pick their seats prior to the day of the flight? Besides, five hours of probably sleeping next to each other or watching a movie on their own separate laptops is probably not imperative quality bonding time anyway.
So after some hesitation, in which my mind kept wanting to say "sure," I actually broke my train of thought, looked up from my seat, and said, in a very matter-of-fact tone, "I'm sorry, I prefer sitting in the aisle," and looked right back down to my book and put my other earphone in.

One girl looked at the other, as if they didn't expect the nice little Asian girl to say no, and reluctantly separated from her friend, and sat down next to me, in the middle. It was almost awkward but I kept wondering how weird it was that I felt so powerful, and actually realized that sitting next to her gave me the chance to be more prideful and stern about what I had just done.

I think, what's so wrong about having it your way sometimes?