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[tommy]

You'd have to be a crazy asshole to start an argument over somebody in front of you reclining their seat

As a tall person I need all the space I can get, so I'm going to recline my seat.

If that's a problem you can take it up with Boeing for designing the plane for maximum discomfort or save up for a first class ticket.

[tree_]

right, or if you're going to say something, say it politely

[Jorge]

She is allowed to put her seat back

It's a bit of a dick move but it's allowed

It sucks for the person behind them but that's just one of the indignities of flying coach

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[E.H. Ruddock]

I'm tall, but don't say anything when someone reclines their seat in front of me. usually, my knees dig right into their back when they do. And any time I move they feel it, so they usually put it up. Or I just fly Comfort+ or better to avoid it. Comfort on long flights is worth the money.

[bodysnatcher]

Never seen anyone ask before, but I also don’t understand the people who lean their seat back like they just got punched in the chest by the Incredible Hulk

[Chris_H_2]

what is this "coach" of which you speak?

[dad]

coach is where you talk about pee, poop, and weight loss.

[Chris_H_2]

gross

[BurtReynolds]

Neither person is in the wrong. The airlines are the guilty ones here.

[pepperwhiteMFC]

We’re just a bunch of sardines.

[tree_]

Then what are actual sardines?

[pepperwhiteMFC]

They’re tiny little herrings.

[Bammer]

She is allowed to put her seat back

It's a bit of a dick move but it's allowed

It sucks for the person behind them but that's just one of the indignities of flying coach

I haven’t reclined my seat in many years but I don’t think it’s a dick move. It should however be done very slowly and gradually.

[Jorge]

It's not a full-on dick move. It's only a bit of a dick move. Class solidarity above all

[Higgs]

I never recline my seat but I always pay for extra leg room seats. Just did that very thing for my flights tomorrow and Friday in fact.

But yeah, you can recline if ya wanna. Never felt that the juice was worth the squeeze when it comes to reclining airplane seats though.

[wease]

I always recline. Sitting straight up kills my lower back. But I’ve never been in any plane seat that reclined any more than, what, 2 inches? It’s not like my head is in the lap of the person behind me.

[The Argonaut]

I usually have to pay extra for that

[Jorge]

I never recline my seat but I always pay for extra leg room seats. Just did that very thing for my flights tomorrow and Friday in fact.

This is the move, but obviously not affordable for everyone