I am
on my way to my old college roommate’s wedding today, and I got stuck in the
middle seat between a father and his daughter.
They obviously chose the window and aisle seats, so that they didn’t get
stuck in the middle seat, like I now find myself. I hate this seat. I can’t look out the window, stretch my legs
out, or conveniently get up to use the bathroom. There is nothing redeeming about this
seat. But it really irks me that they purposely
chose not to sit together. Instead they
are talking over me. So, I made sure to
lean back and forth in their way to make it less convenient…
The
worst part of it is that the daughter, who is next to the window, closed the shade
so she could sleep! Why would you get a
window seat and not look out the window?!
Here I sit, actually wanting to look out the window, and all I can do is
stare at the seat back in front of me.
So, I did the only thing a man could do in this situation, I sat there
staring at her instead. At some point,
she woke up with a start. I like to
think her subconscious was telling her that someone was creepily staring at
her.
