Getting on a flight today, I certainly looked to see what the seat 11A equivalent was. There it sat, occupied by a heavily tatted dude who looked like he could rip the door off the handle which was sort of encouraging. But the idea that this seat now has magical powers has got to be the most ridiculous concept, the reason I want it is because there is no seat in front of me to jam into my knees.
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