I’ve made many mistakes in my travels. I apologize to all my fellow passengers for my selfishness during these episodes I have encountered over the years…
No, I’m sorry, you can’t taste my bloody mary to see if you want to order one or not. Sorry.
No, you can’t have a sip of my wine.
Yes, Mr. Aisle Seat, the stewardess has a great rack, and your story about how you banged a stew in Seattle is truly fascinating, I’m not sure my 8 year old daughter sitting between us is as fascinated as I am about it.
Yes, I agree that I am being unreasonable to think that my aisle seat assignment should be honored, because, after all, you “got there first”. Sorry for being such a selfish jerk and not wanting the middle seat.
Again, I’m sorry that I should have known better to continue to work on my laptop when you had to call the stewardess for the third time to complain that the light from my laptop was “ruining” the viewing of your movie.
I do apologize for being a selfish jerk for wanting my brownie that you took off my dinner tray when you passed it across to me. What was I thinking?
No, I can’t lend you a fiver for another vodka.
I don’t know what I was thinking when I complained about you putting down my tray so you could put your McDonald’s bag on it so you could spread out the wrapper to have a place to squirt the ketchup for your fries.
And yes, there are a lot of Jews in NYC, including the woman next to me - my wife.