To People Who Sit In Front Of Me on Trans-Atlantic Flights

Tell the people!

how dare you enter an article into zirealismihate???

I don't think I could take another Zirealism shattering my funny bone. You know Posty, I'm just waiting for that joke to get tired and old so I can refresh my hatred of Zirealism anew. You're uppin's are a'coming.

got into a fight with the guy in the seat in front of me. I was in the very back row, and couldn't recline my seat because the bulkhead was behind me. This was on USAir, back when the seats barely had 12 inches between them; with the seat in front of me upright, my knees touched the back of the seat. So when the girl in front of me tried to put her seat back, I simply didn't move my legs and so prevented her from reclining. She never said anything to me, and we proceded on the 5 hour flight. About 30 minutes before we were to land, the girl's mother says to her "Honey, why don't you recline your seat." and the girl says "the guy in back of me won't let me put it back." The girl's father says "I'll take care of it. You go to the bathroom." So the girl gets up and goes to the bathroom. I'm quite aware of what's going on, but none of them even bother to turn and look at me, let alone say anything. When the girl leaves, the father moves over to her seat, stands up while holding onto the arms, pressing the recline buttom, and proceeds to slam himself backwards into the seat. The seat crashed painfully into my knees.

I shoved the seatback with both hands so hard that the guy flew forward into the seat in front of him, bloodying his nose, and a lady at the end of the row almost fell out of her seat as well. Instantly, we are surrounded by the air crew - "what's going on here, sir?"

I was lucky that the nice old gentleman sitting next to me confirmed my story. I was also fortunate that the family was a bunch of snobby New Yorkers, who instantly pissed off the flight crew with their whiny demands for justice. They tried to separate us by offering me a seat on an exit row, but I didn't want to move because I was next to my family and we were about to land.

The father sat in the unreclined seat in front of me for the rest of the flight. He was completely rigid, and wouldn't turn around for anything, even though I periodically punched, kicked, and otherwise jostled his seat back, all the while whispering violent threats to his person between the seats. One of the stewards was nearby the whole time, and every time he'd stroll by to make sure everything was OK, I'd look up and smile, and he would smile back knowingly and say "Thank you for your patience, sir."

So, next time you try to recline your seatback, just remember, there could be a homicidal maniac like me (or Hatless) behind you. Is that tiny bit of inclination really worth it?

My knees also touch the seat in front of me, even when it's not reclined. When they try to recline and the seat doesn't go back easily ('cause my knees are there) they almost always start wiggling back and forth in a "the darn seat's not reclinin'!" type of motion.

I once saw some little wedge device for sale online. You're supposed to somehow fit it into the back of the seat in front of you and it prevents them from reclining. I should pick one of them up.

if you haven't met sean he's an 8 foot six inch 480 pound man who looks like the american gladiator Malibu on steroids.....well more steroids....so you know really all seats are uncomfortable for him...and showering.

My lawyers have advised me to deny all culpability for the incident on the airliner, and to limit my comments on the incident (if I must make comments on the incident) to "Fuckers had it coming." However, I assure you, fuckers had it coming.