Could you imagine being sat next to some fat guy with indigestion, a sinus infection and a emotional support squirrel...for nineteen hours?! Cause that is exactly what would happen to me.
Just befriend the guy. Maybe he’ll share the squirrel with you.
Better than a support porcupine I guess.
HAHA! my Mrs. and I had that from Newark to Barcelona a few years ago. 9 hours of horrible breath that could just about kill someone. We thought the whole time, “dude, toothpaste, Brush. use it” super gross.
Or the crying baby / screaming toddler...and you forgot your earplugs.
The worst flight I had was from Washington Dulles to Frankfurt, Germany. I was in an isle seat in the center (B-747) and had a eight year old boy sitting next to me. He was one of six children from a family using standby tickets.
He only stopped talking when I persuaded him to take a nap and his parents never once came up to see how he was doing. Ten hours of misery.
Just before we landed the head stewardess gave me and the young lady sitting opposite the child each a complimentary bottle of wine as a thank you for dealing with the kid.