Plane etiquette: Socks or no socks?

I'm settling into my aisle seat on the plane, quietly thrilled to find the middle seat empty, when the man by the window starts to get comfortable. Off come his shoes. Then - horrifyingly - his socks.

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He folds himself up like a cat, lifts the armrest and places his bare white feet - toes splayed and relaxed - on the seat between us .

Could this flight start off any worse? This is not your lounge room, I want to say. This is a metal tube filled with hundreds of strangers. Just because you've paid handsomely for your seat doesn't make it your personal spa.

Instead, I opt for the universal language of disapproval: a pointed look. To his cred