~ Your Leg or Mine? ~

by Tina~not_in_ut

I had a blog written and ready to post for today, but that was before my plane ride! I'm in California to take dad to the doctor. It's not a huge deal to get on a flight because I normally pick the ones that have a lot of seats left since I fly standby. I would rather have taken a half day off and flown on the 2pm flight, but I had a training class, so I took the 9:30pm flight. Well that turned out great!

I'm the kind of person who will board the aircraft, stow my carry-on, put my seat belt on, grab my book, and start reading. I would not be able to even tell you if I'm sitting next to a man or woman. I don't pay attention and I sure as heck don't talk to them. I can count on one hand the times that I've talked to the person next to me.....and you know how often I fly.

When I got to my seat (exit row middle), it was occupied. The man who was supposed to be sitting in the aisle seat was in my seat. I asked him if he wanted to sit there because I would rather have the aisle. He said it didn't matter, so I took the aisle seat. I am the least observant person in the entire universe, but I noticed how this guy was sitting even before I sat down. You know how guys sit with their legs spread WIDE and it usually isn't noticeable until you're in a confined space? Well that's how he was sitting. He moved a little when I sat down. I thought it would all be okay. THEN he started chatting. Ugh! So I played along and by the time we took off, he was in his space and I was in mine with my book and all was okay with the world again.

I had my book in my lap and, after a few minutes, out of the corner of my eye I noticed movement. It was as if the guys' leg was ever so slightly moving up and down but at the same time, it was flexing. I don't know how else to explain it. And with every little movement, that damn thing got closer and closer to MY leg! I moved my leg away from him when I started feeling him rub against my leg. I figured it was an accident and let it go. Then it continued and that's when it dawned on me that he had a jacket over him. How many guys do you know that will lay their jacket over themselves to keep warm? The first thing my hubby does is throw his jacket in the overhead bin. This guy kept adjusting the damn thing. THAT'S when I realized that I could see one hand, but not the other. I thought "Lord! You did not put me here next to a perve, did you?"

It gets better! I pulled down my tray table when the flight attendants came by with drinks. I think that's about the same time my new boyfriend decided that he needed to rub his knee. Wait, did I say HIS knee? It's one thing to rub your knee, but at one point, I saw him trying to figure out where my leg went.....THAT'S HOW FAR THE ASS WAS REACHING OUT WITH HIS FINGERS! I got my book between my leg and his and the idiot didn't even flinch or move. By the time the flight was over, I was sitting almost sideways with my legs in the aisle. You have no idea how badly I wanted to fart on him! It's about all I could do to him. Since I travel standby, we are supposed to keep a low profile and not make a scene. Today of all days, I pooped three times! I had nothing left~

I bolted out of my seat when we got to the gate. I never looked back at him and got the hell out of dodge. I know it's just my leg, but I've never in my life felt so violated. I don't hang out with sicko's or perves (except for you guys, of course!). I think people are inherently good (even if some are stupid!). This was just nasty! Now DeeDee......stop laughing and send your jet for my return flight! Mkay?!~