Underground.

Planes. They're boring yet quick ways to get from place to place. They're always full of those annoying, bratty children, far too happy flight attendants, snack sized pretzel bags that everyone and their mother steal, and space invading adults wanting to drool across your shoulder the entire flight. So naturally, you beg and beg your stupidly rich parents to let you fly first class. After days of whining and brown-nosing-- they finally agree. So now, you are satisfied, until you find out that you'll be sharing a seat! You arrive to your empty seat and sit down, prepared for the worst and hoping for the best. You just want a nice quiet flight. As you hear your 15 hour flight partner sit and you peek nonchalantly over your shoulder to scope them, you wouldn't ever forget the moment.