This is exactly the type of situation where I am grateful that I know more than one language:
Me sitting correctly in my assigned seat on an intra-american flight minding my own business, while the plane is boarding.
Enter an overdressed American looking blonde with an estimated 1/2 kg of makeup exuding an air of confidence and entitlement, followed by a little girl around the age of 5.
Said woman stops in the middle of the isle by my seat, looks at me and proceeds to talk in my direction.
Woman (with a condescending tone): You are in our seats. (no excuse me or any sort of that kind of pleasantries)
Me: Excuse me?
Woman: These are my seats!
Woman does not wait for an answer or an explanation or a resolution to the problem and proceeds to call the hostess on the flight. The method used to call the hostess is extremely interesting.
(woman proceeds to whistle to get the hostess's attention, followed by fingers snapping)
Little blonde girl asks her mother what is going on?
Woman (with the most horrible americanized french accent imaginable): les idiots occupent nos places
To which the little girl replies: what mommy?
Woman (using same accent): assieds toi! (which sounded more like asayeh tuwa)
At this moment, hostess arrives.
Woman: These people are in my seats! (yah, like you own them lady!)
Hostess: Let me see your boarding pass please.
Woman hands over boarding pass.
Hostess: m'am, you're seated over there, these seats are for your other flight!
Woman ignores hostess and proceeds to talk to child: allownzee
Me: bonne journee madame!
Moral of the story: 1/2 a kg of make-up looks horrible when you're embarrassingly blushing!
18 hours ago