Give a Little Person
A long time ago, Rich and I were flying so where or other, and we were the window and middle seats in our row. Shortly before the plan left the gate Mr. Aisle Seat took his place.
He put his jacket in the overhead compartment, sat down, pushed his seat back, and promptly went to sleep. We didn't hear anything from for the entirety of the flight.
After we …
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