Comments on: No good airborne deed goes unpunished http://www.upgradetravelbetter.com/2006/11/30/no-good-airborne-deed-goes-unpunished/ Living the first class life -- at coach prices Fri, 10 Feb 2012 09:21:15 +0000 hourly 1 By: Ted http://www.upgradetravelbetter.com/2006/11/30/no-good-airborne-deed-goes-unpunished/#comment-410 Ted Fri, 01 Dec 2006 16:05:36 +0000 http://www.upgradetravelbetter.com/2006/11/30/no-good-airborne-deed-goes-unpunished/#comment-410 I sat next to a guy on a flight to London who was flying on to India and he kept rattling on and on about Kingfisher Airlines and how it started off as a beer company. For hours and hours, he talked about the beer, and how he liked it so much. Like I gave a crap. I put on headphones and eyeshades, rolled over to turn my back toward him, and tried to sleep. He still kept jabbering about the damn brewer-turned-airline, and how Indian beer is so much better than American beer. At least he wasn't hostile. Worst thing, he wasn't sitting in his assigned seat. The flight attendant ahd let him move up from the back. I sat next to a guy on a flight to London who was flying on to India and he kept rattling on and on about Kingfisher Airlines and how it started off as a beer company. For hours and hours, he talked about the beer, and how he liked it so much. Like I gave a crap. I put on headphones and eyeshades, rolled over to turn my back toward him, and tried to sleep. He still kept jabbering about the damn brewer-turned-airline, and how Indian beer is so much better than American beer. At least he wasn’t hostile. Worst thing, he wasn’t sitting in his assigned seat. The flight attendant ahd let him move up from the back.

]]> By: nd http://www.upgradetravelbetter.com/2006/11/30/no-good-airborne-deed-goes-unpunished/#comment-409 nd Fri, 01 Dec 2006 15:52:03 +0000 http://www.upgradetravelbetter.com/2006/11/30/no-good-airborne-deed-goes-unpunished/#comment-409 My least favorite seatmate ever was a middle-aged woman on a redeye flight from Las Vegas to Chicago. She fell asleep on the flight, as would be expected, but she started rubbing her bare foot up my leg. I kept squirming away, and the more I squirmed, the more she leaned towards me. Also, she was reading the latest Bill O'Reilly book, which means she's got a little somethin' wrong in her brain. My least favorite type of seatmate? Men who think they can't sit without spreading their legs really, really, really wide open. Do they think their bits are going to get crushed during takeoff or something? What's up with that? My husband couldn't explain it to me. Can someon else? My least favorite seatmate ever was a middle-aged woman on a redeye flight from Las Vegas to Chicago. She fell asleep on the flight, as would be expected, but she started rubbing her bare foot up my leg. I kept squirming away, and the more I squirmed, the more she leaned towards me.

Also, she was reading the latest Bill O’Reilly book, which means she’s got a little somethin’ wrong in her brain.

My least favorite type of seatmate? Men who think they can’t sit without spreading their legs really, really, really wide open. Do they think their bits are going to get crushed during takeoff or something? What’s up with that? My husband couldn’t explain it to me. Can someon else?

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