Ever had seatmates from hell? Let me introduce you to the newlyweds who decided our 14-hour flight was the perfect place for their honeymoon antics. They turned my peaceful trip into a disaster. But when they pushed too far, I decided to cause a little turbulence of my own. 
I had just settled in and was feeling pretty good about my seat choice when the guy next to me cleared his throat.
“Hey there,” he said with a big grin. “I’m Dave. Listen, I hate to ask, but would you mind switching seats with my wife? We just got married and, well… you know.”
I smiled politely. “Congrats! That’s great. Where’s your wife sitting?”
Dave pointed toward the back of the plane, suddenly less confident. “That’s my Lia back there. In economy.”