Post 107: Dedicated to: Lost and Gone Forever; Guster
Some people just don't know how to behave on airplanes and in airports. No, scratch that...they know. They just choose not to be decent people.
It's funny...airplanes always reveal certain characteristics of a person. They bring out the worst (or the best) in a person.
There's that guy, the really obnoxious, pushy one who finds fault with everything and demands to be upgraded. Then there's another guy, who helps old ladies stick their carry-on luggage in the overhead compartments, and does it with a smile. There's always a fat man who ends up sitting in the middle seat. Or, even worse, a small child who won't stop crying. Most of the time there's some girl or woman who's talking on the phone – talking very loudly on the phone, while you're trying to sleep. There's the typical arm rest hogger. There's the couple who walks in dead last, when only middle seats are left, and beg (or force) some poor, comfortable passenger to sit in a middle seat in another aisle so the two of them can sit together. Mind you, they couldn't get up early enough the day before to check in on time so they'd have better boarding numbers. There's the cute boy you always wish will come sit next to you, but...oh...wait...hello, fat man.
Airplane etiquette. It's a thing.
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