You: row 29 passenger on a Delta red eye, late Saturday / early Sunday.
Me: stuck in the row behind you, a prisoner trapped in a sea of your poisonous mouth exhaust.
You coughed THE ENTIRE 5+ HOUR FLIGHT. And not only did you fail to wear a mask, you didn't even bother to cover your mouth at all when you coughed. Here I am, stuck breathing your cough the whole time. You got on that plane knowing you had a persistent cough, and you gave zero fucks about every human around you.
Am I sick now, three days later? Yes. Fuck you.
Where are your fucking manners? Despite the fact that you appeared to be at least 40 or 50 years old, I have to say: grow up.