March 14, 2017:
"Hey manspread," says Tired Silverhead to Pudgy Scraggleface Milennial in the center seat. "Let's have you fukkin tuck it in, Hey?"
And now it's on, the rude little not-quite-bearded hobbit grumbling and teeth-grinding and casting evil eyes, while lanky Mister Silverhead chuckles quietly to himself.
Airborne, little Scraggleface snores, and snorts, and dribbles drool down one side of his patchy whiskers. He scores his points by removing his shoes, stinking up three rows with his dirty gym socks. Tired Silverhead is both amused and exhausted.