The middle seat is for award tickets. The middle seat gets the armrests. Not sharing it, and not an elbow in my ribs.
Flying is like than being jammed like sardines onto the metro, except it lasts longer.
People claim and defend their space, like two kids in the backseat of the car.
And like bigger kids and younger siblings, there are power differentials, but mainly gender (sometimes glossed as size).
The middle seat gets the armrests.
Get to your seat, lower the arm rests and stake out your territory. Put in earbuds, go to sleep.
Don’t get me started on #manspreading.
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