Not long after he’d had his last sip, the flight attendant came along with dinner. She set a pretty tray in front of him, and another in front of his fellow passenger.

“Are you sure that will be enough?” James asked the flight attendant, “Because I think it would take a village to feed this lady!”

The flight attendant ignored him and went on to serve the other passengers in first class. “That was rude of her, wasn’t it?” James asked the woman sitting next to him, “I think I’ll complain about her.”

But his fellow passenger ignored him too, and so James dug into the truly excellent dinner. He was sipping the last of his wine when the flight attendant came back, and this time, she was all smiles.

“Excuse me,” she said, “The captain is a huge fan, and he’d love to invite you up to the cockpit?”

James was startled and then saw that the flight attendant was talking to the big woman next to him, who was smiling and blushing and nodding. This meant that James had to get up and let her by.

The flight attendant led the woman away and James sat back down. He thought that he was going to be sending off quite a few unpleasant emails to the company’s management about service and conditions in first class on their flights.

He was mentally composing some prime rants when the captain’s voice come over the speakers: “Ladies and gentlemen. We have a celebrity among us! If you are fans of ‘I Love Opera’ like me, you will recognize the voice!”

A lovely voice filled the cabin, singing a few bars from a famous aria and the passengers all started clapping and commenting excitedly among themselves. “That’s right!” the captain said. “It’s the lovely Miss Allison Jones, and she’s flying with us to do a charity concert for world hunger!”

The whole plane erupted into applause, and James cringed. Then the flight attendant came over. “Listen up, buster,” she said in a cold, hard voice. “I don’t care how many millions you have, if you upset that girl again, I’m putting you in economy.”

James opened his mouth to protest and caught the glint in the flight attendant’s eye. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled.

“It’s not me you have to apologize to!” she said.

A while later, the big woman, Allison Jones was back, smiling and signing autographs for the other passengers. James jumped to his feet to allow her to take her seat.

“Listen,” he said with his most charming smile. “I’m sorry if I was a little rude, I had no idea who you were!”

Allison turned to look at him and James saw that she had the most beautiful eyes. “It doesn’t matter who I am. You shouldn’t treat people like that, EVER! And besides, you’re not sorry. Would you even be apologizing if I wasn’t semi-famous? You know, I can’t help my weight, but you can change your attitude. Stop judging people.”