Once some self-important consultant-type bozo walked into the F section and, as he was putting his bag into the bin, muttered to me, "I'm gonna switch with you, ok?" I ignored him, kept reading my book, and ignored him again when he came to my seat. He sighed and rolled his eyes for about fifteen minutes, and when he found someone to switch with, made a big show of loudly talking about "the rude people on this plane." I say, suck it.