Worst. Flight. Ever.

I was still a trifle exasperated trying to get the iPhone that I dropped on my flight from Florence to Paris back, so I wasn’t paying attention when my wife Anita was trying to relay some more bad news to me as we boarded the loooooooooong flight back home…“I think they screwed our seats up.”We had ponied up the extra dough for premium seats with extra legroom, like we had gotten on the overseas