...Just so you have an accurate image in your head: my backpack won't fit in the overhead, even if I managed to find one that wasn't zip-tied, taped, or screwed shut, so it's on the floor in front of my seat. My left foot is on it (putting my knee at chest level), while my right foot is technically in the aisle.

...My food bag is between my knees, and my hoodie and pillow are on top, in what's left of my lap. The man next to me is moderately hygiene-challenged, and is going all the way to Memphis and beyond. My only hope is that we lose more people than we gain between now and then.

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