Taking a deep breath, he flopped down into his small seat. His knees immediately pressed hard against the seatback in front of him. Carl tried shifting around to get comfortable, but the tight space made it completely impossible. He twisted and turned repeatedly, trying to find any position that didn’t leave his legs aching and cramped.
The elderly woman sitting next to him shot him an irritated look. “Could you stop fidgeting so much, young man?” she scolded him sharply. “Some of us are trying to relax on this flight.”
“Sorry,” Carl mumbled quietly, leaning back with a defeated sigh. This was definitely going to be the longest five hours of his life. He glanced enviously toward the business class cabin, watching passengers recline in their plush seats and sip cold champagne in total comfort.
