I took a cross-country flight, concerned that my inability to get first-class seating might be a problem. I reassured myself that perhaps I could at least get in the exit row for extra leg room.
To my dismay, I learned that the aircraft was 100% booked. Every seat was assigned and the flight was oversold.
My seat happened to be in the very rear of the jet, right next to the only working lavatory. And so I had a long line of people stepping on my feet, bumping into me, and standing in line for the restroom with their rear ends in my face.
Breathing the fumes from the toilet wasn’t quite as bad as having screaming, yowling babies surrounding me. So as not to exhaust themselves, the babies took turns screaming. Tag team crying?
When the last baby finished crying, her grandmother seemed to think it a good idea to start poking and tickling her, provoking another round of wailing.
Lady, what did I ever do to you?
It was perhaps the longest six hours I have spent. I think it might be more comfortable riding a Greyhound bus cross country...