Yay--Finally taking off

I landed at JFK at 8:30 PM and navigated through the construction outside in the dark to find a different terminal--looking for Air Atalia.  I found a place to sit for a few hours while waiting to leave--the lady sitting at the entrance of the aisle I was trying to maneuver my carry-on, me and my back pack into was an immoveable object.  I sized her up and affectionately named her Donna (Prima-Donna).  Had I had known the impact this older, stately, cherubic, long blonde haired woman would have had on me I would have secretly snapped her picture.  Our plane was huge and full.  I was in the middle row of seats (one of 4).  Lucky me--seated right next to me was Donna.  There was a metal box where my back pack would go, but Donna had a wide area that I knew was to be used for my backpack and her purse.  When asked if she could scoot hers over to make room for mine she said "but then where will my feet go"?  I grabbed the Kindle out of the bag and up went my backpack.  When I had to visit il Bagno she reluctantly moved to accomodate me and when I came back and tapped her on the shoulder, alerting her that it was time to move again so I could get in she gave me the finger signal to wait.  In the short time I was gone they had brought breakfast and I was to stand in the aisle while she ate her meal...really