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What’s that you say? You’d like to switch seats with me to be closer to your kids on this flight? You and your wife are on your honeymoon and want to know if I’ll swap so you can sit together? Well, let’s see, how can I make this clear: Go fuck yourself. I booked this flight online, chose my seat, and printed a boarding pass at home. Now you want me to sacrifice my own comfort just because you couldn’t get your shit together? Not a chance. Go ahead, let your baby cry – I’m too many rows ahead to give a damn.
Aaron Karo’s Ruminations Issue #131: Travel Bugs
