MINGECHEVIR, Azerbaijan – As I took my window seat on a plane for Baku, I noticed that my neighbor, a middle-aged Azeri guy, had way too many plastic bags. He didn’t even think about putting them in overhead bins where they belonged. Instead, the fellow began to stuff the bags virtually everywhere he could squeeze them, which was rather irritating.
It felt that only my angry look prevented him to put one of the mysterious packs in front of my seat, which would virtually deprive me of any leg room. Instead, the guy put the bag in front of his own seat and then began to invade the leg space of his aisle seat neighbor, a timid Azeri woman about his age.
As she would not even utter a minor objection, I felt it was my duty to interfere, and I started rebuking the guy of bothering everyone with his bags, which he, instead, should have put overhead. In response, the Azeri gave me such offended look that it almost hurt and said “but I have bottles there – they will break.”