I'm a little more than semi-claustrophobic. I panic in the MRI machine. Yeah, that kind of claustrophobia. Anyway, my worst flight was on one of the smaller jets. I like the window seat, thus, I felt trapped by the family of screaming, wiggly children. This family sat next to and behind me. The man in front of me reclined his seat to where it was nearly in my lap. His companion was coughing uncontrollably without the courtesy of covering her mouth. My head was pounding. The air was thick. I was miserable. I managed to survive but I wasn't happy at all.