An entitled drunken passenger steals my exit row seat on an airplane that I was riding on,

claiming that this seat was his and that nobody was ever going to move him.

Things got so bad that the police ended up being called just to escort this crazy man off the

plane, and I've honestly never met anybody this entitled in my life.

Here's what happened.

So I was flying from Fort Lauderdale to Jacksonville

about 20 years ago. It was a small regional airline, basically a puddle jumper plane. There were

single seats down one side and double seats down the other. This was also back before airlines

charge you for the audacity of desiring to breathe while in their tin cans. And since I was booking

pretty far ahead of time,

I was able to select a seat on the left side where the single seats were on the airplane. Now,

being 6'4 and having flown numerous times, I know that the exit row is the primo spot unless you're

paying for first class or business class. And I also know that arriving early and asking politely

at check-in, more often than

not gets you that sweet extra leg room as long as it's available. So I show up a couple of hours early.

I go to the check-in counter. I ask the nice lady if there's any chance I could get an exit row,

and sure enough, being polite, one again. And doubly so, because I not only got the exit row, but I also got to stay on

the same side of the plane, which means no one would be bumping elbows with me, which is definitely

a jackpot. Now, I make my way down to the gate, and soon enough, it's time to board our flight.

There's the pre-boarding passengers first, then the rest of us cattle. I make my way down to my price, only to find that

someone is sitting in it. Now, I'm annoyed, but not overly so. I mean, it could just be an

honest mistake, right? So I go up to him and I say, sir, I'm sorry, but I think you might be in

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