The man would not stop whistling. What would drive someone to whistle incessantly in such close quarters as economy seating on a trans-atlantic flight?
I was sleeping and “wheeee whut” comes a shrill whistle from the man next to me. Awoken by his misplaced musical inclinations, I’d glare at him until nearly falling asleep again, and the shrill whistle repeats. I think he might have been insane.
The funny thing about whistling is that it really carries. I mean really. And it sounds over any music you might be listening to. Hrmph.