I Know It Might Bother You, But I’m Still Reclining My Seat

Today, we’re diving into a common yet divisive issue many travelers have encountered: the airplane seat recline debate. At what point does one person’s pursuit of comfort start to intrude on someone else’s personal space?

We recently received a message from a reader named Mark that illustrates this gray area perfectly. His experience highlights fatigue, social expectations, and the often-unspoken etiquette of flying in tight quarters.

As you read his account and our thoughts on it, consider how you might have responded in his shoes—or hers.

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