A Man Kept Manspreading Into a Woman's Plane Seat for Hours – When He Returned From the Restroom, He Shouted, 'What the Hell Did You Do?!'
Twenty minutes later, I was uncomfortable again.
Henry glanced over his book.
"Everything okay?"
"Just trying to get comfortable."
His eyes moved toward Josh's legs.
He'd noticed.
I was uncomfortable again.
I wished he hadn't.
For years, I'd worked as a school secretary, handling impatient parents and angry phone calls. I could settle a disagreement without raising my voice.
Yet somehow, I couldn't persuade one grown man to move his knee.
During drink service, I ordered ginger ale.
Then I tried lowering my tray table.
I wished he hadn't.
Josh's elbow blocked it.
"Excuse me. I need to put my drink down."
He barely moved.
"Josh, could you give me a little room?"
He sighed.
"Seriously?"
Josh's elbow blocked it.
"I'd like to use my tray."
"You women love making everything a problem."
I stared at him.
"Needing my tray table isn't much of a problem."
"Then stop acting like it is."
