Unsung heroes of the sky?

I’m a little over half way to the West Coast on a jam-packed canister of humanity called an Airbus A-320. I’m nestled snugly between my wife and a stranger who hasn’t removed his ear buds since well before takeoff.

I’ve long known that my better half is an avid connoisseur of elbow room, which nearly always dictates a perch on the aisle. Since I genuinely prefer sitting next to her, my personal love for a window seat does not apply today. My wife’s good company is a more than acceptable trade-off for a slight lack of space to my left. The absence of latitude I’m experiencing to my right is a different story.

Today, I’m an up-close spectator to a carefully choreographed armrest-hogging bout of belligerent napping. I can only imagine that this guy is dreaming of taking up even more space than he is in reality.

What’s worse is the fact that he locked out the window by sliding down the shade right before we took off. Every half hour or so, he’ll wake up and take a quick look out before snapping the visor down and nodding off again. This guy is treating the landscape of the American west like his own personal peep show!

This whole scene has put a bold proposition into my head. What if the intrepid souls who willingly occupy the middle seat got a little something extra for the effort?

I hereby propose double frequent flyer miles for flights “enjoyed” from the middle seat. Who’s with me?