You stayed up past your bedtime again, didn’t you? Once again your torso has flopped onto mine, your head looming over my shoulder, and thigh obviously crossing the line that defines my seat from yours. The snoring has begun and a freakishly long string of drool is threatening my Downy fresh cardigan. It is very clear that my intentional nudging and throat clearing is not going to wake you from this deep slumber, as your arm is twitches like a sleeping dog chasing a rabbit.
Please don’t worry about moving when I pull the cord. I’ll just hurdle over you when my stop approaches. Sweet dreams, sir. I hope you catch that rascally rabbit.
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Hi Tiff, Enjoyed this entry very much as it reminded me of a flight I once had. I, in the isle seat, a stinky drunk in the middle and a nice old lady in the window seat. After ordering a few cocktails in-flight, the drunk falls asleep with his head on the old lady's shoulder. She pushes him away a few times and finally leaps over both of us to get to the isle and scream for the flight attendant. Poor thing. She almost woke up the drunk!
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