Originally Posted by Seat 2A

Midway through the flight, my seatmate, who’d been unconscious through the first part of the flight, awoke to make an interesting request. “You wouldn’t happen to have one of those little screws that holds eyeglasses together, do you?” Think back now to how many times you’ve asked this of your seatmate, much less anybody expecting an affirmative response. Well, it just so happened that I did have exactly what he needed. I also had one of those tiny little screwdrivers, without which it’d be impossible to tighten such a tiny screw. He was properly awed and after I’d repaired his glasses, he bestowed upon me all the sordid details of his trip down to LA, which I won't repeat here.