What followed were several long and awkward minutes of Cullum attempting to extricate this unsolicited stranger from his genital region.
And on a somewhat related note, can we all agree to put something in writing that says middle-seaters get both armrests? C'mon! Window-seaters get the window, aisle-seaters get to go to the bathroom whenever they want. Give the middle-seaters something for chrissakes!
It's bad enough they have to sit next to both a colicky newborn and a man who wears his BO like perfume.