A Ted redeye can’t be that bad, right? Wrong!
I had the pleasure of sitting in seat 11C, which is usually a great seat. I say usually because I have a soul. Well, at least part of a soul, which can be a problem at times, like last night’s flight. The guy sitting behind me (in 12C) was at least 6’8″. I’m not selfish or evil enough to recline in a situation like that.
I thought I got lucky with my seatmate, since she was a relatively small girl that looked like she maybe worked as an, erm, “waitress” in Vegas. What I didn’t realize is that she’d be on me for the whole flight. When I say “on me” I mean constantly placing her head on my shoulder as she drifted to sleep, until I gave her a bit of a nudge to get back into her “territory.”
What was the net result? Not a minute of sleep and a lot of standing in the galley. I’m cranky.