See, this is what happens when you're not the big cheese anymore. All of a sudden you're flying coach with the unwashed masses. A friend of Brian's over at Orange44 just so happened to be one of those unwashed ones and he tells his tale of a flight from Syracuse-to-Atlanta and the airspace he shared with Greggers.
Not captured in the photo is Greg reading The Little Engine That Could in order to put himself to sleep. Lights out.
Can somebody close Gregger's window at least? Too much to ask, stewardess?