He claimed the shared armrest.
Then he draped his jacket across the divider.
A few minutes later, one of his feet appeared in my legroom.
Every time he shifted, his thigh pressed harder against mine.
I tried moving my legs closer together.
But that left me sitting at an awkward angle.
My hip soon began to ache.
I gently tapped his arm.
“Josh, could you move your foot back, please?”
He pulled one earbud out.
“What?”
“Your foot is in front of my seat.”
He sighed.
“I’m six-foot-three. Where exactly am I supposed to put my legs?”
I looked at him.
“Preferably in the space you paid for.”
He smirked.
“If you’re not using that room, why does it matter?”
I took a breath.
“Because I am using it.”
He shook his head and put his earbud back in.
Apparently, as far as he was concerned, the conversation was over.
