Next, I decided to create a barrier. I rummaged through the seat pocket in front of me and pulled out the in-flight magazine and safety card. With a bit of strategic folding and positioning, I created a makeshift wall between my husband’s seat and the aisle. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to signal that we were serious about our space.

Meanwhile, I kept a steady smile on my face. I wanted to convey that I was unfazed and that I would continue to make it uncomfortable for her if she persisted. Every time I glanced back, I made sure to catch her eye, maintaining that polite but firm demeanor that said, “I see you, and I won’t back down.”

The flight was a long one, and as time went by, I noticed she started to fidget. I could sense her growing discomfort, perhaps from the realization that her actions had made her the pariah of our mini airplane community. Her friend seemed to be whispering to her, possibly suggesting she just give up the fight.