Stay in Your Lane
I got comfortable in my window seat on the small plane during my hour-long flight. The guy next to me was short and built, but he man-spread into the footwell of my seat, as well as into my chair. He literally spread from calf to calves, thigh thigh, with me. I tried to flinch when I saw a stranger, but realized I was still within my seat. If I moved he would get PS40 from my expensive seat.
I did not move. Then he did not move either. Since I’m British, I didn’t say a word and just sat in my chair for an hour. When we are about to land, I like to turn around and look to the right to see the sky disappearing. The land fills the entire window as we get in line at the airport. I turn to the opposite side of the aisle and watch. Out of the corner of my eyes, I can see that he believes I am trying to look him in the eye and he smiles! !
We’ve secretly enjoyed him getting up and cozy in MY SEAT during a business flight on Thursday afternoon. I was enraged and ignored him, seething. I met my husband and complained loudly about this guy all the way to parking pay station. I ended up with a complete and curse-filled conclusion as to why he was creepy, and why certain people shouldn’t even be allowed on public transportation.
He was parking his car at the next pay station, with a very red face and without making eye contact. No regrets. You can’t be bothered. Keep your seat.
