What makes you happy ?

On his left wrist is a watch the size of a rock. Above that is a poor - probably done by a friend - ‘Bear’ tattoo.
On his head, covering the not-quite shoulder-length black hair which is tied back into a small pony is the obligatory baseball cap. It is - naturally - on backwards.
The beard is not short, it’s not long.
He’s no stranger to sitting at the bar - you just know that.
To his left on the seat is a tin of Skoal to satisfy the nicotine craving and through the flight (the 10 hour flight) he fills bottles with the hawked up residue.
Inside his head his tubes are clear - I know this because he is clearing them at least once a minute - noisy sniff + noisy cough.
When not sniffing and snorting he is snoring.
When the food arrives it is unceremoniously shovelled in. He asks for two meals - I could have done without the replay.
He typified so much that I find annoying. Which is my problem I know - he did nothing wrong but he was the noisiest person on the plane, and he was sitting within arms reach of me. I thought that having a seat free to my right was a good thing but it was a pity there was no-one there is absorb the noise.
If it wasn’t for the fact I had a fantastically bad headache I’d have gone nuts.