“Excuse me…that’s my seat…14J…window…sorry.” My seatmate in 14H had boarded early. He was a veteran. I could tell by the blue Navy Vietnam cap he had already pulled down over his eyes. I thanked him for his service. He never looked up. Cap down. Arms crossed. Exuding a powerful message of “leave me alone.” Message […]
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