A friend of mine wrote a blog post yesterday about her terrible experience dealing with another passenger on a long-haul flight from London to Seattle.
The story was nerve-wracking, and her wonderful storytelling takes the reader through her panic attack experience (and yes, that sentence doesn’t sound right, but I can’t think of a better way to describe the situation). We end up in a very uncomfortable place of understanding.
In the end, I wanted to punch the other passenger and give Geraldine a hug. My heart is racing just thinking about confronting this person who I have never met.
This is a story of a man, a bully, an asshole. This person is anonymous. This person is flyer that we all fear. The avatar of every bully we have come across in our lives. The reason why we can’t always have nice things.