But a woman in Row F guided me to the spot on the armrest with forward and backward buttons. Then, there I was, my back 140 or so degrees removed from my legs, reclined to what felt like a vulgar extent. I have no hang-ups about taking a drink so early in the day, but to be that close to flat at such a primitive hour felt obscene. Other people, even just a seat or two removed, seemed light years away. I soon felt my elevated legs healing from problems I didn’t even know they had.
"Boards don't hit back"
October 17, 2013