When this is my view on a plane. I mean, how do they not have the technology yet to match a window with every seat? The person behind me thinks I’m spying on them every time I crane my neck to look out…which I am. But Deltas forcing my hand. I know I know, this is like complaining that the bar ran out of PBR or that the hot cocoa mix doesn’t have marshmallows in it. But still. Every mush deserves one last look at the culture he’s leaving behind. Get out of my face Delta.