I feel bad, because more often than not I'm that guy on an airplane who makes the people sitting next to me afraid for their lives. I'm horribly claustrophobic and my normal remedy for that--chain smoking three packs of cigarettes a day--is forbidden on a plane. So I'm left to twitch and mutter and talk to myself about Jesus. I'm sure more than one passenger has been left with the vague suspicion that I should be on medication; they may be right.
A while ago I drank from a bottle of wine while lounging across a row of seats on the flight home from Florida. Later on I found out that sort of thing is illegal, but apparently the flight attendants were either sympathetic to the cause or afraid to disturb me further.
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