Economy plane seating isn’t much fun. Minimal space in return for minimal price.
Which is fair enough I suppose. We can all moan about it but in the end if we get from A to B cheaply we’re probably happy.
But then there’s the bastard in front who insists on reclining five degrees. This is an act of incredible selfishness. All part of the game in business class, where it doesn’t invade on anybody else’s personal space, but back in economy it’s nothing short of an assault on the individual sat behind.
Especially if that individual, like Chris, is over six foot tall. A subtle response from Chris, who was immediately in pain from the chair crashing into his knees and pinning him in, was to dance to his music, utilising the 0.2cm of remaining lateral movement available. Conveniently irritating said tosser in front – indeed, for the remainder of the tail I’ll call him “Tosser” – Tosser then turned round with a threatening glare. Chris smiled sweetly at Tosser. And carried on tapping.
More irritating than ever, Tosser actually had an extra leg room seat, so could spread out to his heart’s content waving his legs up and down for fun. A good five feet between him and the row of seats in front. Chris at high risk from blood clots from being in such a horribly confined space made worse by Tosser’s apparently acceptable recline.
When I’m put in charge of the country, or the world, my first legislation will to ban reclining seats from all new economy cabins unless at least 36″ leg room is provided.
My second legislation will be to ban the reclining of seats in all existing economy cabins, punishable by an on the spot £10,000 fine, enforceable by cabin crew, half of which is immediately payable to the victim behind, the balance paid to stray dogs in Chile. Failure to pay meaning six months jail time. No parole. And firing squad on release.
The Europeans should have gone so much further with their EU261 legislation.
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