It’s amazing what you can learn about a person after sitting next to them on a 10-hour flight — especially when their phone text size is set to “severe eyesight issues,” making it very easy to accidentally meet the real them. So hi, Shami. I’m the “miserable cow” you were apparently stuck beside, allegedly taking up “all the leg room.” Yes, I saw the message you fired off to your “Oz” group chat the second your seatbelt clicked. How awful for you to be stuck in the middle. But it’s a bit odd you formed such strong opinions about me considering we hadn’t exchanged a single word. And for the record, I wasn’t taking up an inch of space that wasn’t part of my seat. Here’s a helpful tip for next time: if comfort is that important, maybe pay for the seat you actually want… or join the business-class hopefuls. Revolutionary, I know. Then, more than halfway through the flight, you snapped at me to “turn down” my phone — only to immediately retreat when you realised I had my headphones on. Again, this was after ten hours of zero interaction. Bold move for someone so bothered by imaginary leg-room crimes. The thing is, how you act, speak, and carry yourself says far more about you than it does about anyone around you. I genuinely feel a bit sorry for you. Calling me a “miserable cow” seems like pure projection — your whole vibe screamed “deeply insecure,” and insecure people tend to lash out at whoever’s closest. Do better. Enjoy Perth. And next time you feel the urge to be nasty to a stranger… maybe just don’t.