“I need that seat,” I mutter hopelessly. “Too damn bad, Kinnunen,” Price replies. “I’m the barnacle on your butt for the rest of this flight. And until you give me what I want and do your physical, I’m gonna be sitting in this seat for every flight from now until the Rays win the Stanley Cup. So, either get in my exam room, or get comfortable with me hogging all your air.”
