During my flights to Florida and back, I had a total of four legs. On three of the flights, I sat in the middle seat. One thing I noticed was that some of the passengers were constantly “accidentally” touching me. In some cases, I didn’t mind, in some cases, it felt actually good, and in some cases, I disliked it. The girl who was touching me was constantly apologizing for “accidentally” touching me. On another flight, the guy on the right was touching me, and the guy on the left was clearing his throat non-stop; I don’t know which was more annoying. In the middle of the flight, I found the solution for the guy on the left. I put on my headphones and started watching a movie. On my right side, do you know how it feels when a cold snail slithers down your lower back? Yeah… it felt like that. And on my last leg, the girl on the right was touching me, but I didn’t mind at all, and honestly, most of the time, I wasn’t even noticing it. The guy on the right was sitting really far; almost half of his body was in the corridor.