Man: What are you glaring at?
Man: Why are you glaring?
Me: Because we are meant to share the arm rest.
Man: I was here first! And, my arm wasn’t near it.
Me: Yes, it was and we are meant to share it. And, there is no need to be aggressive about it.
Man: Darling, I wasn’t being aggressive.
Me: Don’t call me darling!
Man: I’m only trying to read my f**king paper!!
Me: That’s great use of language, from a person reading the Guardian.