Laughing hysterically here.

I think my worst was when the DYKWIA sitting next to me sat there drinking red wine from boarding at LAX all across the continent. He never ate, just kept getting that evil red wine refilled. I was in the aisle seat. In my suit, having come straight from work, and hoping to meet up with friends for dinner in the City that night, and just head home with my carry-on (I am a light packer) after the restaurants.

You know where this is headed. FA refills red wine for the umpteenth time on her tray. DYKWIA reaches for it absent-mindedly, not really looking up from his oh-so-engrossing sports magazine. Red wine spills all over me. DYKWIA looks over, realizes what has happened, and asks FA for another red wine. ARE you kidding me? She asks him to wait, as she attempts to clean the wine from my seat. Not to worry: my suit is doing a great job of that. She brings over club soda and salt to try to clean up the suit, but . . .

I ended up having to change in the lav. Loads of fun. FA gives me a form so that the airline will pay for my dry cleaning.

Meanwhile, DYKWIA? He's still rather loudly demanding his red wine. Go figure. Never said a word to me.