On the plane I was in seat 27C a glamorous location towards the back of the plane. A small child was sitting directly behind me and amused himself throughout the flight by kicking the back of my seat. He was pretty excited for his trip to Eurodisney. Look, I’ve been that soldier and basically he and his brother were very good but v hyped up and I sympathised with the parents who were doing their best. But I sympathised with me too. It’s all a long way from the glory days when I travelled a lot and went – gasp – business class.
The one comfort was that the middle seat between me and the woman at the window was empty. “Doors alarmed and cross-checked”. Yes, no one else can get on, the luxury of an empty middle seat is mine, all mine.
And then, the woman in the window seat changed seat. She sat in the middle seat. Who does that?? Bitter.
Oh my gosh, who does that?! I just got back from a trip to India for work. I had three flights each way (from the Midwest of the US to Delhi), all in coach. On my way back, on one of my long flights (from London to the east coast), the seat next to me was open, and I would have murdered someone who moved to it after boarding finished.
That is a long way. I am v glad no psychopaths chose to sit beside you.