Folks never cease to amaze me. Yesterday, I flew from Dallas/Fort Worth to West Palm Beach. After we leveled off at 33,000 ft., meal service began and ended with a soft drink and pretzels. The gentleman next to me decided a nap was in order and he dozed off. Actually, he crashed into such a deep sleep, all my prodding and poking did absolutely no good to jar him to a wakeful state so he'd stop snoring. It's a good thing his head was tilted backward; otherwise there'd be a huge drool pool in his lap.
The guy across the aisle in the window seat boarded with a small styrofoam cup - he was dipping and by the time we landed, it was 75% full - the two ladies next to him must have been totally grossed out.
What is it when people get into crowded situations something happens so that they all together forget about what they're doing and what it might mean to others close by?
