COMMENT:
It's my first day back to work after a long holiday in the sunshine so it's fair to say I'm not feeling at my most positive and inspirational today. In fact, I'm jetlagged to hell and a little bit cranky so I'm going to use some of my time at work to talk about the worst part of my trip.
I spent 30 or so hours flying back to New Zealand and, through day flights and night flights, turbulence and peaceful skies, one thing was remained constant: the fact that there is always a moron out there who'll only think of themselves and fully recline their seat.
Air travel, for all its wonders, is still, in 2018, an absolute sack of sh*t for people who can't afford business class. The air is dry, the food is terrible and the threat of deep vein thrombosis is real. The last thing we need to add to that smorgasbord of awfulness is a selfish monster who thinks it's okay to take over other people's personal space.
Yes, I'm talking about you, person who sat in front of me yesterday on the flight back to Auckland. I get it. You want to lie down and you're trying to make yourself as comfortable as you can in an already confined space. But should you do it at the expense of the person sitting behind you, who's at least as uncomfortable as you are?