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.
That, dear readers, is the sort of (true) story behind an Instagram sensation known as Passenger Shaming.
At least one of these pictures makes us wonder if Justin Bieber might have been on one of these flights. He does have a penchant for peeing in places that are not toilets, after all.
And what is up with all of the people who are BAREFOOT on an AIRPLANE!?!?! Ugh! Barf. BAAAAAAAAAARF.
That 2×3 foot space you rented for however long your flight lasts is not your apartment! You did not get an invitation to make yourself at home by kicking back and relaxing!
We most certainly do not want actual sex between two live humans to be our in-flight entertainment. Seriously. Knock it off with the sexcapades before we put you on Pornhub.
All of these things make airplane selfies look so tame, even those taken in the midst of crash landings.
