One time flying out of Tel Aviv the plane was entirely full, except the seat next to me. What rough ridin' luck! I was sitting on the outside aisle, can't remember if it was 2 or 3 seats on my side, but I was the aisle seat. Anyway, last minute, this older Jewish dude boards the plan all huffy and hustles back and gives me the "scoot over" hand gesture. I say no and start to get up. He scowls at me and tries the gesture again, with even more middle eastern gusto. I repeat hey man I'm the aisle seat. He gets in and is all dejected for the entire flight. I know the rough rider spoke English, too. I love the Jews, but they'll try to screw you every time they can.