That’s why you always carry disinfectant wipes with you (if you don’t have a neck pillow). Rule #2 of public travel. I’m not going to mention rule #1 here, even in the pit it would get me in trouble.
Is chivalry dead? Let your spouse have the window seat, and you take the middle one, to act as a buffer between your loved one and the born-again insurance salesman with a wide smile and wider hips.
In defense of egalitarianism, you can reverse roles on the return flight.
That is the stupidest possible concept for a standing berth. The sensible approach would be like a vertical hammock, inclined to about 15° from straight up, using a weave of thickly-padded cords to provide body support. It would certainly be more comfortable than that ridiculous saddle concept, and probably lighter.
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An excerpt from the captain’s “Welcome aboard” speech:
… Incidentally, I want to apologize for you having to stand all the way. If I can give you a little tip there, every, oh, half hour or so you want to alternate your arms through those straps above your head. You folks flying tourist, you don’t have any straps, so don’t, uh, don’t bother looking for 'em. …
Two inferences might be drawn here: Eric’s situation is so dire since dad moved to Florida that he has to live in a neighborhood so rough that CVS has to lock up all their merchandise; and, he can no longer afford to have someone else go get his stuff for him. And he is a fucking idiot – three, three inferences.
Well, if you are a savvy extreme economy flyer, you’ll carry a small rosin bag in your pocket. Turbulence or the seatbelt sign are when you dust up your hands and secure your grip.
Well, Eric Trump has one thing right: Nobody believes that the Democrats are going after Donald.
About the guy who shot the Uber driver, he does realize that abduction is when someone takes the kid away, not when they deliver them back home, right?