11.22

last week i went to a training outside atlanta for a few days. On the way home i was lucky enough to have an aisle seat but there was a large man seated in the middle seat. although he was not trying to he kind of took over what i would consider my personal space which is defined as my seat on the airplane. i had urges to yell "you're on my side!" similar to when i was 7 in the back of the family station wagon and david and i fought over the back seat. only when you're a "grown up" you can't just draw a line down the middle and then have mom referee when someone crosses it.