The scene: A full premium economy class cabin.
Describe your fellow traveller: Well-dressed young man in his mid 20s.
The review: I'm already in my seat and as he sits down, he is immediately getting into EVERYTHING, like a nervous hamster you'd just dropped into a new cage. The flap of safety cards, the buttons on the seats. It's like he can't take it all in fast enough. "What cabin is this?" he asks. "It's...premium economy..." I venture. Turns out he just bought the ticket blindly. The onslaught of very minor extras continue to impress him: The eye shade! The free pen! The metal cutlery! It's actually pretty charming to see someone so unjaded with air travel and who is genuinely happy to be sat where he is, rather than the rest of us, who are seething because we didn't get an upgrade to business. After dinner, I fall asleep somewhat contented. However. He soon gets used to his new kingdom, and starts to spread out, quickly commandeering the shared arm rest. Then he plays video games and excitedly jabs me in the ribs a couple of times with his elbow. Accidentally, but, you know...I was asleep, dude. Look more sheepish when I do the half turn and loud sigh.
Verdict: Like a playful puppy that wets itself. You
Rating: 3/5, almost a 4, but the jabbing...