Any of you fine folks have an entertaining story about flying economy class (or trains, etc.)?
I'm apparently a magnet for annoying seat mates. Even at a movie I'm always near a loud talker, cell phone addict, or kid kicking my seat. I'm an introvert and NOT a confrontational guy, but recently had to turn around and ask a woman to restrain her kid from kicking my wife's seat. All I got in return was a redneck, vacuous look from Ms. Tub of Popcorn and Large Coke Mom.
Last flight again I got a kicker! Maybe I'm cursed. A large guy beside me brought a salami or Italian sub of sorts with him and apparently had gas, so for 6 hours I got to enjoy the kinetic and olfactory ambience of kicking, stale salami breath, body odor, and cheap cologne.
Maybe later I'll tell the story of the sweaty guy who took his shoes off.
Any of y'all have a good story? Big Mike