A Man Hung His Filthy, Sweaty Socks over the Airplane Seat in Front of Him, Inches from a Woman's Head – When He Woke Up, He Looked Around and Shouted, 'Who Did This?!'

I returned to my movie.

For the first time in nearly an hour, I was actually interested in what happened next.

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Twenty minutes passed.

    I was actually interested in what happened next.

Captain Compost snored through most of them.

Then he woke with a snort loud enough to make his seatmate flinch.

He stretched.

Yawned.

And reached over the top of my seat.

    He woke with a snort loud enough to make his seatmate flinch.

I watched the teenage girl out of the corner of my eye.

She was watching him.

He pulled down the first sock.

Then the second.

I heard him shifting behind me.

A moment later, his bare foot appeared briefly beside the aisle.

    I heard him shifting behind me.

He was putting the socks on.

The teenager pressed both hands over her mouth.

I looked straight ahead.

There was a rustle of fabric.