I'll just give a brief
to the most obnoxious aislemate I've ever encountered, and skip the inquiry into why there was a strange man escorted off the plane in Newark.
::Begin Rant::
So, seat 17D (and E) passenger, this is for you...17D was my seat, not yours, and I moved to the middle seat because there was a very tall gentleman in front of me that nicely asked me if he could recline after take off. I know I was lucky to get an entire three seats to myself, but it doesn't give you the authority to come after they shut the cabin door and sit down in the aisle, forcing me over to the window. It also wasn't your right to take the liberty of laying down in the spare middle seat and putting your bald head on my armrest. Even more, it was less your authority to shut the window and turn my light off when I went to the bathroom for five minutes. But, even if you hadn't done all of this, you still didn't need to use your phone to text message during takeoff and search for a signal during the descent. Also, it probably wasn't your right to ask the FA for two of the FC newspapers and 5 brownies (in lieu of a meal).
Just in general, I'm so happy to know that your $288 all-in RT ticket to Europe bought you the freedom to act like you owned the place.
::End Rant::