I attract them. Everyone on board a plane can be sitting straight up except for one. That one will be the schmuck in front of me, treating the seat (hint: the related verb is “to sit”, not “to lie”) like a beach recliner on the French riviera, pretending not to notice me while edging closer to my navel.
Today’s adventure was a narrowly averted retaliation. Visions of a casually spilled drink danced in my head, but I restrained myself and didn’t act out my evil fantasy.
One day my self-control will be exhausted. One day I will make sure my airspace remains a no-fly zone. One day I will reclaim my lap.
Mwah ha ha.
This is my standard form of disclosure that I am retroactively adding to all blog posts done before April 1, 2018, and will add to all new posts.
1. Is this experience open to the public?
2. Who paid the cost of me doing this?
3. Did I get any compensation or special consideration for writing this blog post?
4. Would I be as positive about this place if I had gone as a regular visitor?
Yes. I did go as a regular visitor.