12.27.25: The Airplane Armrest War

Nobody knows who gets the middle armrests. There's no law, no treaty, just silent combat. You start by placing your elbow gently, testing the waters. The person next to you does the same. For six hours, you engage in millimeter-level territorial disputes. Sometimes you both retreat and the armrest goes unused, a demilitarized zone between strangers. Other times, bare skin touches and you both flinch away like you've been burned. I've seen grown adults pretend to sleep just to claim armrest space guilt-free. Humanity sent people to the moon but can't solve this.