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Karma?

No, really, it's funny: I was on my way to Washington (the D. of C.) and had a layover in Salt Lake. A thirtyish couple (who didn't appear to have much flying experience) sat next to me. We ordered and received drinks. And...

The lady set her Coke down at the edge of her tray--next to me--and began to fall asleep, knocking the cup over in my direction. Luckily, I deflected the majority of it with my own tray before I set about discreetly wiping the rest of it from my discman and jeans. (She apologized profusely once she figured out where the mess came from.) Moments later, the gentleman managed to slosh the remains of his soda across my shirt as he passed his (not quite empty) cup to the flight attendant. (He apologized still more profusely.)

I think I took it all in good stride. No unkind words. No threats. No glaring. I rule.
peachy as always, Mike at 6:46 PM