There's the lady on your left who "doesn't mind squishing mice because I just don't like rodents"
and the man to your right who winks at you everytime you turn your head that way
because a.) he has a twitch or
b.) he thinks you might have time for a little hank panky in your hour and a half flight that you're starting to think is going straight to hell.
And oh god! Do I smell sausage?!