Ever had seatmates from hell? On my recent 14-hour flight, I encountered newlyweds who turned the trip into a nightmare, thinking the plane was their honeymoon suite. I had to take matters into my own hands to deliver an unforgettable lesson in airplane etiquette.I’m Toby, 35, and was eager to see my wife and kid after a long overseas trip. I’d splurged on a premium economy seat, but my peace was shattered when Dave, my seatmate, asked me to switch seats with his wife, Lia, who was in economy.
I declined politely, explaining I’d paid extra for comfort. Dave, visibly annoyed, muttered, “You’ll regret this.” From there, the antics began: loud coughing fits, blasting a movie without headphones, and showering me with snack crumbs. Then Lia joined him, sitting on his lap, turning our row into their personal suite. I flagged down a flight attendant and explained the situation. She reminded the couple of airline rules and safety regulations.
