Airplane Whoa!! (Part 1)

You all know I fly a bunch and it's that time again but before I hop on another plane tomorrow let me say this.  I'm absolutely blessed and privileged to travel as often as I do. I love traveling. I like telling stories, and I meet all types of people not only in the airport but on the plane too. I never know who I'm sitting next to, sometimes I find it a pleasure sometimes I don't. Like when I'm squished in the middle or on one side or another. I've had lots of different experiences in my travels too, both good and bad. Like the time I met my little name twin Joy Elizabeth or the not so good time when I experienced motioned sickness. I never wish that on anyone! Out of all the flying I've done, from the time I was in my mothers womb, on flights I will never remember, until now some 30 years later, Never have I ever felt intentionally violated in an airplane until now. So I'm sitting next to the window in the exit row and there's no arm rests. I'm asleep listening with my earbuds in and suddenly I feel a hand squeeze my left side.😳 I'm extremely ticklish and again I'm sleep so I immediately jump awake and look behind me. Did this person just duck?😜 I sit up for a few minutes wondering who, what and why? Did he really just tickle me?? 😐 I dare not turn around again and tell them that's  assault, possibly sexual assault! He don't know who he's  messing with!! (2 snaps and a neck roll) That's what the professional Soldier and sexual assault response coordinator inside of me wants to tell him. I see their hand gripping the seat like they didn't mean it, they weren't sure why that part of the seat was so soft but since they felt such a nice squishy portion of the chair they decided to give it a squeeze. 💺Would I even accept an "I'm sorry" at this point?? Maybe if they had really apologetic eyes. 👀🙈I'd do my best to keep from rolling my mine😏. No, it's best that I just mull it over in my head 💬and write this blog for you alls enjoyment. Oh for the knowledge part. Word of advice, disregard anyone who kinda sort of touches you on the airplane, unless they intentionally sneak a feel in an inappropriate place. There's at least 40 to 300 ppl scrunched in an air pressured bubbles for a few hours trying to be as comfortable as possible. You'd hope that the common courteousness of people would urge them to try and keep their hands in their own bubble and not on the love handles of the person in front of them. Hope this made you smile and want to fly.  ✈️ And as I prepare to take off again I hope everyone keeps their hands off my handles.