As I settle in to my seat on my flight to Hong Kong, in comes a reasonable looking chap to sit on the seat across the aisle from me. Head as bald as a baby's butt, and with uncontrolled shit inside too, I learned later.
After proceeding to order a series of gins-and-tonic, the asshole realizes that, since he was too cheap to fly business (though I bet his high-school educated "native" girlfriend probably thinks he is Buffett) his knees are crunched up against the seat in front, especially when that passenger reclines.
The ugly expatriate asshole (the expat culture of entitelement and belittling locals is getting unbearable around here) proceeds to wedge a pillow between his knees and the seat in front, and spent the ENTIRE time rocking his legs. The poor lady in front. Like Dr. Pavlov, he would stop when she pulled her seat up, and start when she reclined, so that eventually she just gave up trying to recline. He even had the gall to tell the stewardess who was trying to find him an alternative seat "I'm fine, as long as she does not recline".
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