Air travel. What a concept. We’re all crammed into a metal tube, hurtling through the sky, and suddenly we forget basic human decency. The armrest. It’s a territorial dispute, isn’t it? Who gets the middle one? It’s not *your* armrest, it’s *our* armrest. It’s public domain! And then the recliners! Who decided that two inches of backward lean is worth invading someone else’s personal space? Suddenly, my laptop is a chin-rest for the guy in front of me. It’s a human game of Tetris at 30,000 feet, and I’m losing.
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