I recently flew an airline with "open seating." Which basically means you get an assigned boarding number (like at a deli counter) and you must fend for yourself and your family from there.
As I walked the aisle, I quickly assessed my potential row-mates. Had they recently showered? Would they take initiative in an emergency? Are they so young that they're in diapers? Are they so old that I may need to resuscitate them during the flight?
When I finally picked my seat, the look on my new neighbor's face was one of total disdain. What I wanted to say was, "Look at me lady, it could be worse -- the woman behind me has a colicky infant and the guy behind her has something that sounds like the plague!"
As a nervous flier, I'm easily annoyed about things that happen on planes (clearly). So I thought I'd "air" some of my grievances about flying.