He blows his nose. And yeah, sure, I don’t have anything against blowing noses in general. But like, excuse me. Can you not blow your nose in my direction? Can you be farther than six inches away from me?

I tilt my face towards the window. God, I wish I got aisle.

He stuffs the hard tissue in the pocket of the seat in front of him.

And then he pulls out another tissue.

“This is gonna be a long flight,” I think to myself.