So, picture this: I’m on a plane, counting down the minutes until I can hug my wife and kid after being away overseas for what feels like forever. Enter two entitled newlyweds who turned my flight into a full-blown nightmare.
I’d splurged on a premium economy seat for this 14-hour journey. Honestly, when you’re staring down the barrel of that many hours in a metal tube, every extra inch of legroom counts.
As I settled in, feeling pretty good about my decision, the guy next to me cleared his throat.