4.26.2009
4.22.2009
sorta like goldilocks, but different
so, yesterday, during my somewhat uneventful flight from lax to dfw, i had a strange experience that reminded me of the story of goldilocks.
i was in 17D ... aisle. there was an empty middle seat (yea) and someone sitting in 17E (window).
as usual, i was asleep and 17E guy walked in front of me (it was an exit row so there was sorta enough room for him to do so) to go to the lavatory. i went back to sleep.
i felt / heard him come back. didn't pay much attention. was sleeping.
then an altercation broke out.
apparently the guy that returned DIDN'T BELONG IN THAT SEAT. so the squatter and the rightful occupant of 17E had some words. it wasn't pretty.
finally, the squatter left ... thank goodness as i hate being held on a plane in the destination city waiting for the marshalls (yep, i've been on that plane) ... and i went back to sleep.
i was in 17D ... aisle. there was an empty middle seat (yea) and someone sitting in 17E (window).
as usual, i was asleep and 17E guy walked in front of me (it was an exit row so there was sorta enough room for him to do so) to go to the lavatory. i went back to sleep.
i felt / heard him come back. didn't pay much attention. was sleeping.
then an altercation broke out.
apparently the guy that returned DIDN'T BELONG IN THAT SEAT. so the squatter and the rightful occupant of 17E had some words. it wasn't pretty.
finally, the squatter left ... thank goodness as i hate being held on a plane in the destination city waiting for the marshalls (yep, i've been on that plane) ... and i went back to sleep.
4.06.2009
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