February 23, 2022:
My rowmate, unmasked, scrubs the seatback tray and armrests with alcohol wipes.
Mister Tee Shirt with bald spot and battered paperback. Mister backward baseball cap with fat rolls. One says to the other, "It is an acronym by the way."
The Captain is piiiiiissssed... He gives it to the gate agent good. "I told you not to board." "Alright," she says. "My bad."