Originally Posted by peachy_

We'll call him Bozo.

I'm sitting happily up front on a packed flight, wondering if the pax in the window seat next to me is going to make it. With minutes to spare, he comes bustling into the cabin, slamming the bins, storing his carry on and officiously directing his female companion to the seat behind him. He is big, loud and brash, dressed in flipflops, shorts and a Polo shirt that is inside out. I get up and he blunders to his seat, dropping on top of his pillow and blanket. There is a loud pop as the plastic enclosing the blanket bursts. He sat on top of them the whole flight.