October 3, 2012 / 8:01AM

The guy sitting next to me during my (14 hour+) DFW-DXB flight on Monday was awfully liberal in his observances of personal space boundaries.   At one point while he was sleeping we had an epic war for the shared armrest.  (Yeah, that’s his suit jacket / arm creeping fairly far rightward over into my seat’s space.)   You could say we cuddled.  You could not say it was by choice.

The guy sitting next to me during my (14 hour+) DFW-DXB flight on Monday was awfully liberal in his observances of personal space boundaries.  

At one point while he was sleeping we had an epic war for the shared armrest.  (Yeah, that’s his suit jacket / arm creeping fairly far rightward over into my seat’s space.)  

You could say we cuddled.  You could not say it was by choice.

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