The Man Behind Me Used My Airplane Seat as a S0ck Drying Rack

“Obviously.”

“Could you take them down?”

“They’re wet.”

“I can smell that.”

Across the aisle, a woman looked over and wrinkled her nose.

The man shrugged.

“That’s why they’re there. They need to dry.”

“Not beside my head.”

“Then lean forward.”

I blinked.