Tattle Taylor

True story: On my first cross-country flight, I was bumped out of my window seat by a man in a skirt. Not a kilt. A skirt. Made of early 90's parachute pants material. 

He fell asleep about 30 minutes into the flight, legs flung apart, mouth hanging open, the stench of his most recent meal wafting into my face. Then he woke up and did yoga in his seat, a Downward Dog so steep I almost saw his Frank and Beans.

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