OK, this is the story. (Sorry, took the picture and uploaded as fast as I could with Liberian bandwidth. The plane was literally powering up to take-off -- not "talk"-off. Ish. Was on phone and hurrying -- when it finally got through). I always take the window seat on the last row in the back. People want to be the first ones off. I'd MUCH rather sit alone and have an empty seat next to me to lay stuff out and stretch. ...these two foul swine were curled up in MY row. Not seat -- ROW. No one had reserved the aisle seat, I checked. I brazenly snapped the pic in front of one of their comrades who was in the middle row, one behind. I then used my football coach voice and asked "gentlemen"? They wake up and said some shit about being moved. ...anyhoo, I asked the agent to give me a new pillow. I had FOUR fucking pillows on my two seats (they must've stolen a few) and she looks at ME as being the thief. I explained that there were hygiene issues at play. They were in the seats right next to me. Of course, the first ebola cases since May popped up on Friday so fuck anyone wanting me to stick my face into a piece of cloth that may have been sat on. Still, in my mind I hope they figured out it also was because they were lards.