We're not even there yet and I'm already feeling it... the crowdedness, the pushiness, the lack of personal space. Somewhere over the Pacific Ocean, the dude sitting behind me is jiggling my chair with his foot on my armrest. All the while, the ladies congregating in the tight exit row space in front of me are doing their best Flashdance impression. Well... they're actually just stretching, but it kinda looks more like a half-hearted attempt at reenacting the Maniac video. 
Pretty amusing, but not when it's two inches from your face. The best part is, when the wifey and I get up to stretch, the lady sitting next to us suddenly takes the liberty of laying across all our seats. She's even using the wifey's pillow, and I'm almost positive she's gonna snake my headphones too! Awesome. Even in Economy Plus, we're surrounded by fellow yellows all up in our grill like we're in some eternal Chinatown waiting room. I guess I'd better get reacquainted with that feeling and flip that internal switch into "China" mode.
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