You know those numbers and letters on your ticket?

I dont sit in a widow seats anymore. Atleast, no in uniform. When the seatbelt sign goes off, I forget that I can't stand straight up.
 
They connote where you're supposed to sit. So $#&#&#ing sit there. This is the third flight in a ROW where I booked a window and arrived to find the person assigned the aisle or middle sitting in it. "Oh, do you care,?"

Yes, I care, that's why I booked that seat. Gtfo! This is why I'm not an Air Marshall, I'd be shooting people left and right.
"Don't play dumb with me b@#2$, you know good and well that 17A is not 17B"
 
Exactly. And then they make a big fuss about moving the four different carry-ons they've somehow jammed under the seat, putting the sweater they're nesting upon back on, etc. As though you're the one being unreasonable.

I don't like Sanka, I want the high octane. And it's not stupidity I object to, it's malfeasance in tiny little crappy ways like this. "I want something, I should have it, regardless of the rules or anyone else's plans or desires. I'll rely upon making life more unpleasant for others if they call me on my crap so I can get my way.". Sit and swivel.
 
They connote where you're supposed to sit. So $#&#&#ing sit there. This is the third flight in a ROW where I booked a window and arrived to find the person assigned the aisle or middle sitting in it. "Oh, do you care,?"

Yes, I care, that's why I booked that seat. Gtfo! This is why I'm not an Air Marshall, I'd be shooting people left and right.
Even more profoundly, they denote it... literally. ;)
Just BTW, I would pay good money to see you as an air marshal. I'm envisioning something very Yosemite Sam-ish ;)
 
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