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?!'

Instead, I smiled.

"Yes, thank you. I'm fine."

She nodded and continued down the aisle.

Josh put his headphone back on.

Then his knee pressed against mine again.

I wanted to kick myself.

Why hadn't I said something?

Because people were watching. Because I hated arguments.

Because I'd convinced myself that eventually he'd realize how selfish he was being.

I looked down at my book.

I'd read the same page four times.

Then I took out my phone and opened Rose's photograph.

Marianne had sent another picture of her wearing a knitted hat much too big for her head.

I smiled.

I wanted to arrive happy, not limping through the airport because I'd spent hours twisted against a window.

I looked at Josh's leg.

"Josh, I'm asking you once more. Could you please stay on your side?"