I'm just back from London, which gives me the opportunity to tell you a little story...
Once there was a plane, filled with passengers, who were trying to get home from London to Glasgow. As they queued to get on said jet, a large family walks up, each of the children with a skateboard as carry-on luggage.
Our protagonist - let's call him Dave Murris - finds himself sitting in front of these children. As soon as the seatbelt light comes on, he hears the dulcet tones of a Gameboy. He continues to hear these throughout the takeoff, despite the stewardesses half-arsed attempts to convince the children to switch off their toys.
As the flight progresses, the noises continue, only to be compounded by the feeling of feet-wedged-against-seatback.
As the plane lands, still to muzakal-tones, the person in front of 'our' Dave reclines. She cannot work out why it will not go all the way back. Dave knows that this is because his leg is made of bone, and not air.
He lands and comes home, and goes on the Internet.