Airplane seats. The recline. Oh, the recline. It’s my seat, right? My personal space. So I should be able to recline it. But then, when *I* recline, the person behind me? Their space just evaporated! Their tray table is now a chin rest. Their monitor is practically in their lap. It’s a zero-sum game, Jerry! Someone loses! And who decides who loses? Is it the person who reclines first? The more aggressive recliner? And what if *everyone* reclines? Then we’re all just reclining into each other’s laps, achieving absolutely nothing. It’s a societal unraveling, I tell you. A tiny, pressurized societal unraveling.
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