Hell is other people.
A worse hell is other people's children.
The worst hell is other people's children kicking you in the small of the back halfway across the continent. And, because the steady chatter from row 36 was in Mandarin or Cantonese, you're pretty sure that your turning around somewhere over Arkansas, fixing the child with heavy eye contact, and saying "Let's play a new game called Stop Kicking The Seat In Front Of You" was just so much wasted breath.