Exactly as I felt last night travelling economy class on a budget airline, 4 hour journey felt forever from Hyderabad to Singapore.
We are all used to this well-documented phenomenon on trains but coping with it on a long flight is surely a different matter. What was the correct approach to his economy-class imperialism? It was perfectly calibrated, going just far enough to secure extra space but stopping at the point where it could still be excused as thoughtlessness rather than calculated strategy. Tactically, he played a blinder, inching into my legroom and seizing control of the strategically important armrest. I am still unsure as to the correct approach. I know how petty I must look but air travel seems designed to bring out the inner, smaller you. In these circumstances you have only two options: be the trivial bloke who defends every millimetre of space or rise above it and let someone else’s pettiness triumph.
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