Friday’s feather-ruffling post prompted a lot of strong opinions!
This actually wasn’t my intention. I was originally wondering if anyone else had a bad seatmate story to share…but this question got lost in the cascade of comments about the drunk guy, responsibility, comfort, and jerks/boors.
However, there were a handful of bad seatmate stories, including the first comment on the post:
I think we can all agree that this story is amazing/incredible. Perhaps even more amazing is that no one seemed to notice it – everyone was too upset about other comments – until finally this comment came through:
When I read Peter’s comment, I burst out laughing. Talk about some (dark) comic relief!
Thanks to both Roccoco, for sharing his amazing story, and Peter, for trying to (darkly) lighten the mood up in here.