there's a reason why the bastard likes the window seat.
first and foremost, I don't have to check my elbow everytime the goddam drink cart rolls by.
secondly, the bastard doesn't have to look at you.
yes ladies across the aisle, I hate to be the bearer of bad tidings but mayhap you should keep you frikkin hooves in your shoes.
no one wants to see your filthy frikkin feet.
unless you're some manner of foot fetishist.
which the bastard is not.
thirdly and most importantly, the bastard likes the window seat because
HE CAN CLOSE THE GODDAM WINDOW!!!!!!!
this means you jerk. the bastard has been up since 3am and he would have like a small bit of frikkin sleep but that's not at all possible with you reading your fucking tourist guide to fucking Guatemala with the rising sun as your reading light.
god dammity damn.
at least there's coffee on the plane and mötörhead on my phone.
PS: fml! the woman with the window seat apparently likes to sleep with the window open. hell really is traveling with other people. just as well I suppose. the caffeine is doing it's job now.