This is usually my favourite thing to do, but one woman RUINED IT.
“Cabin crew seats for take-off, please,” said the tinny voice overhead.
I looked around, wide-eyed. I made my hand into a fist, then pumped it down.
“Yesssssssss,” I hissed, half-under my breath. This was a SCORE.
I leaned over to the other seats in my row – both empty – and grabbed their plastic-wrapped blankets. I tore them open, then lay them on top of the one that was already on my knees.
