A Passenger Refused To Move His Foot On My Seat Until I Taught Him A Lesson

carry all kinds of ambient odors, the recycled air, the galley heating something, the general compressed humanity of a hundred people in a sealed tube. I adjusted in my seat and looked out the window at the tarmac and told myself it would pass.

It did not pass. It got worse.

I looked down.

There was a foot on my armrest. Bare, unwashed, positioned with continue reading …