One of the things I hate about flying when you're not flying with a buddy is you never know who you're going to sit next to. I was stuck in an "E" seat. This is a dreaded middle seat. The shitty seat. Because the asshat at the window will want to get up and down the entire flight and "D" and "E" need to get up to accommodate this. Really, "C" seat? If you knew you were a chronic potty user, get an aisle seat next time.
"I really like the window seat." says "C".
"That's nice. Do you enjoy looking out the window too?"
"No," says "C", "I feel safer against the window." What I wanted to tell him was that if that window breaks, he is the first to get sucked out.
The entire flight I sat next to someone who liked the dark. He would not put up the screen. *sigh* But he sure did enjoy getting up and down the entire flight. Most of it was when I was just about to fall asleep for a nap, too.
At the end of the flight, the other man, "D," asked him, no wait, told him to open the screen for the last 10 minutes of the flight so we could see the mountains coming in. "D" was not nice about this either. I think he was as pissed about getting up and down out of the seats as I was.
Needless to say, "D" and I got to see some mountains and the hideous Vegas town during the day.