My wife and I book aisle/aisle whenever we fly on a 3/3 layout plane. We both hate middle seat and while we do not chat often, feel it's rude to talk over someone. On an aisle/aisle we do not disturb other pax.

Was on an WN ATL-LAX nonstop. Did EBCI and got a nice aisle seat. As boarding was about to close, the only two seats left in the plane was the middle seat next to me and the middle seat in the row behind. Opened my big, fat mouth and told the pax in the window seat, "Cool, an open middle seat, we lucked out."

Just then a very "urban" couple gets on the plane. The very assertive female was yelling and cussing up a storm and complaining about everything; Southwest Airlines, TSA security, the weather, her hair, her nails and the geopolitical struggles shaping Middle East politics (not sure about the last one but she was complaining about everything else). Her male companion just looked tired and defeated. Her lack of seat choice only led to more colorful language. The male of the group took the seat next to me and the chatty female took the seat behind him.

Seems within seconds of wheels up, she pushed her way into the aisle to talk to her boyfriend. Seems like I wasn't there as she leaned over me and verbally knifed into him. "Yo! Gimme my purse!"

"Honey, I don't have your purse"

"Nah. Stop yo m......f.... BS and gimme the purse."

"Honey, I said I do not have your purse."

"Oh don't you be trippin like dat! Don't you dare tell me yo punka.. lost my purse. You da dumbest mother......" and so on until the flight attendants came and forced her to take her seat.

I offered to trade seats but the FAs told me they wanted to keep the pair separated. For the next hour her colorful language covered the entire Pantone spectrum. She was a living, breathing Urban Dictionary.

At the one hour mark, the boyfriend tried to get some sleep. This was her cue to rear back and kicked the back of his as hard as possible. "Hey, don't you dare sleep. Yo sorry a.. should be thinking of where my purse be. You be one dumb piece of s........" and so on. After several kicks, the flight attendants came to try and calm her down.

Never in my life has I prayed to see Little Rock, AK but alas the plane was not diverted to eject her from the plane. By the time I got to LAX, I knew what it felt like to have my head in a Home Depot paint shaker.

The next day, I went to my boss's office and told him I would never fly WN ever again.