This summer, while on the East Coast, I had occasion to travel to the Mid West by air. Part of that story is, though booked on one air carrier, there was such chaos and cancellations, within 42 hours I went, stayed, and came back on three different airlines. But I digress. This story took place on the way out: the flight was the first of my non-scheduled. I was already 6 hours later than planned and my phone was dying. It needed to operate upon landing. Once we had reached cruising altitude , I asked a cabin crew person-not sure what to call them these days- if there was a place to plug in and charge my phone. My seat had no such plug. She said all the plugs were in the front of the plane, which was a semi-first class section. She suggested I ask the help of one of the persons seated there. With phone and plug in hand, waltzed to the front of the plane and started back down the aisle. Clearly I ain’t a damsel anymore, distress or otherwise. Though nicely dressed, decent hair, pleasant voice, not one of those paying twice what I was, and half my age, offered to charge my phone. As I progressed on this short stint, not a knight among them, or knightess might I add. My savior came in Economy Comfort. A male passenger closer to my age than he might have liked to admit, offered to plug it in, and land my phone in his seat pocket. it was up to me to remember it was there. This episode briefly provided lively conversation for those seated around me.