A couple of years ago, I was on the way home from Michigan at 35 thousand feet or so with some big mouth young guy in the seat behind me that just wouldn’t shut the hell up. Yap yap yap! I so wanted to turn around and tell him to shut the F up but that’s not me. But I sure wanted to and I felt sorry for his seatmates. I blurred the bad word for you. Have you ever been in this situation, or perhaps a screaming baby nearby? Babies shouldn’t be allowed on airplanes, LOL!