“The only open spots left in economy are single middle seats in the packed center section.”

“That’s fine,” I answered.

“Reissue the boarding pass.”

She tapped three keys, printed a new paper stub, and handed it across the counter with a respectful nod.

“You’re now in seat 12B in the main section,” she said.

“Boarding should start in about forty-five minutes.”

“Thank you for your help,” I said.

I picked up my small black carry-on and walked back into the main waiting area of the concourse.