About 1996, flying an RJ shuttle from Istanbul to Ankara one winter evening on THY. Cold and a little flying snow. Plane looked very new and sparkly. Three FA's, all young. At the boarding gate (a walk-out), thought I was at the wrong place as there was just a couple old geezers like me sitting there. Then they call the flight. Three of us.

So, as we get on board, I traipse down about halfway (only one class) and plonk in a window seat. Just before they close the door, the FA's come by and check boarding passes -- and have all three of us move to our assigned seats.

My Turkish is OK -- but one of the old Turks came up with some swear words I had never heard before.

But, they were insistent, so we did.

Leo