Flying to Portland
Why is it the guy in front of me always has to put his seat back all the way? With my 6'-4'' frame squished into the tiny United space to begin with, my knees start touching the back of the seat in front of me. Then, wham! The guy in front of me slings his seat back. He doesn't inch it back. It seems he waits till the right moment and ... pow, I have to do the splits.
So I look up and down the aisle. I can't see anyone else who has put their seat back. It's always the guy in front of me. People who are 5 feet or shorter and have all kinds of room to spare have people in front of them who keep their seats up the whole way. Children and midgets have people in front of them who keep their seats up the whole way.
Now the guy's dome, with its few wispy hairs on top, is a few inches from my face. What a flight.
All right, enough with the complaining. But flying is just no fun anymore.
At least I'm back in my beloved Oregon for a few days, though most of the time will be spent indoors at the conference and board meeting.
