SHE LAUGHED AT HIS DIRTY CLOTHES UNTIL THE PILOT SALUTED HIM I was sitting in seat 2C, just across the aisle. The man had just boarded, wearing a stained utility jacket and boots caked in dry mud. He was clutching a greasy lunchbox like it was made of gold. The woman in the window seat let out a loud, dramatic groan. She looked at him with pure disgust. "Are you kidding me?" she snapped, waving down a flight attendant. "I paid two thousand dollars for this ticket. I am not sitting next to the he