When I first got on the plane, I was grateful I was given an aisle seat and hopeful that I was going to get a full row to myself. An Asian man in his mid to late sixties soon took the window seat in my row, but no reason for concern yet. He smiled at me and nodded. I smiled back and nodded back, still anticipating a pleasant flight.
As soon as the plane took off, this man took off his sandals and flipped up the arm rest between him and the middle seat. He then put his dry, crackled feet on the middle seat, wrapped himself up in a little blanket and went to sleep. As he slept, his feet moved closer and closer to me. First they rested on the side of my leg, then the side of my buttock, before landing firmly in my lap for the majority of the flight.
At first I assumed the man was Chinese. I was going to China on a Chinese airline, it was a dumb assumption that I initially made. But when the flight attendant came buy with our lunches, the man was unable to communicate with her. "Beef with rice or pork with rice," the flight attendant asked. (Even though these were obviously just microwaved meals, I found this to be the most delicious airline food I've had in my whole life. Other then the salad, which was old lettuce, a few squares of ham, a few raisins, and one cherry tomato with no dressing.) The man would just point at my meal and smile. The flight attendant asked again in Chinese, and the man continued to point at my meal and smile. He did this for beverages as well, and every time we would eat or drink, he would tap me on the shoulder or give me a thumbs up, like "isn't this cool we are eating the same thing?"
He also had to use the bathroom multiple times during the flight. The first time he went, he grabbed my upper thigh very tightly and pointed to the restroom. Then he immediately stepped over me, facing me so his crotch was at my eye level as he exited. When he returned, I tried to unbuckle my seat belt to stand up and let him pass but he grabbed me by the wrist hard, pushed me back into my seat, and then climbed over me, again crotch to face. This happened maybe 8 times during the flight, with me successfully standing only twice.
On the flight, I watched Thor: The Dark World, Captain Marvel, Alita: Battle Angel, The Predator, and Shazam! As far as I could tell, they were all the same movie. Also, the provided headphones were very poor so I could barely hear the dialogue. I was surprised that Predator was actually about Jacob Tremblay (The Room, Good Boys) getting a predator mask in the mail from his soldier dad and deciding to wear it for Halloween so kids will stop making fun of him for having assbergers. But, aparently, assbergers is a form of evolution so The Predator decides to hung Jacob Tremblay down so he can steal assbergers for himself. This was probably the worst film of the bunch.
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