to even do the sudoku in the inflight magazine. Am I surprised that flyers are lazy, gross and/or passive aggressive? Not really (have you ever been to Disneyland? How about the parking lot at a pro football game?) And like I said, I pretty much want to hose myself off with a bottle of bleach after flying. Just don’t touch anything, especially the accumulated funk in the seat back pocket in front of you. You want me to pull out the emergency card and review it? I think not.