One of a multi-part series for Boeing’s Age of Aerospace series in conjunction with Discovery.com.
I’m sitting on a flight – 25,000 miles in the air – with a small packet of pretzels in my hand lamenting my decision not to accept the flight attendant’s offer of a cold drink or coffee. I’m in a middle seat; the result of my late flight check-in, I’m sure. And I’m having typical middle-seat-passenger anxiety: Am I taking up one too many armrests? Should I interrupt my neighbor to slip by and use the restroom, or can I wait until we land? And how will I ever take off my jacket without hitting someone in the face with it?
Crystal Lewis Brown 