On a recent trip from Salt Lake City to Paris, I glanced over at my neighbor, who had Ziploc bags full of dried fruit and nuts. Oddly, he had them in both his own seat pocket and in his neighbor’s seat pocket. I initially thought that his neighbor must somehow be related to him. However, when she came down the aisle, she said, ‘I’m in the window seat.’

He got up, she sat down, and I kept expecting her to comment on the dried fruit and nuts stored in her seat pocket, but she didn’t say anything.

storing food for the winter

I watched with interest for the rest of the flight, assuming that if someone opened the overhead luggage compartment, bushels of acorns would come tumbling down.

The passenger who had their seat pocket stuffed with nuts and berries didn’t seem to care and the squirrel-like passenger made it to France with his hoard intact.