Current situation. On a plane to Chicago. In the window seat. Guy on the aisle is snoring – like Larry Zars snoring (my dad – who could win an Olympic medal for snoring – but don’t worry, he doesn’t have Sleep Apnea – just ask him!) The guy in the middle is seriously in my bubble – and I am so close to the window that any closer I’d be skydiving.
I am going to have a serious neck and back ache from having to sit this way for almost 4 hours. I elbowed his arm once and gave him my best death look and he moved it, but now it is right back way over the arm rest. And he has a cold, is sniffling non-stop and using the same nasty tissue that I fear is going to touch me. I am usually pretty laid back but I am outright irritated at this point.
I am too nice. It is difficult for me to look someone in the eye and say excuse me you are being a giant d-bag. Will you please get out of my space? And take some freaking nyquil. I’d rather you be snoring like the other guy.
And the internet is slow.
And get this – the middle seat guy was sitting in the aisle seat when I got to the row. He told me that if I would’ve had the aisle seat he was going to ask me to switch because he doesn’t like the middle seat (because so many people do). Luckily I had the window seat or I probably would’ve let him have the aisle seat. When the other guy came to claim the aisle seat, middle seat guy didn’t even ask him to switch!
I almost paid extra for a closer seat. It would’ve been worth every penny. SMH, looking out the window…man I’d rather be skydiving right now.