Stuck in the middle with you

I'm sitting on board the flight from Honolulu to Phoenix, and in spite of my months-ago purchase of this ticket, I managed to score the never-coveted middle seat. So far, I appear to have nice seeming neighbors on good old row 12. 

I hope we're all pleasant to one another without being obnoxious. It's a six hour flight, after all. Hopefully, since it's nighttime, we'll all snooze quietly for a bit. 

Anyhow, here goes six hours stuck in the middle...