Picking my leg up with the grace of a gazelle, I step widely over him, half expecting applause from the surrounding passengers when my other foot makes it safely across into the aisle, too. Mildly surprised I didn’t fall into his lap, I reach above his head to pop the handle of the luggage bin. He’s put his bag in front of mine, and when I try to move it, well, let’s just say I’m barely over five feet tall and not wearing heels.
