I flew back from LA to London on Virgin just recently. The overnight flight
where everyone tries to get some sleep. Some of the seats were empty and
people were laying across 4 seats at a time. I asked one woman if I could
lay
on the floor between the seats so I could stretch out. She said OK.

I was able to get some blankets they give you during night flights to keep
warm. The lights on the plane get dimmed so you can sleep. So there I was
stretched out facing the aisle walkway. I draped part of the blanket onto
the
floor of the walkway, and put my hand underneath it. Everyone seems to take
off their shoes on a flight EXCEPT for the flight attendants, so I would
look
along the floor, between the seats, until a lovely flight attendant
approached. I could judge from trial and error where she would tread in
front
on me. Then I'd put my hand (under the blanket) beneath her foot as she
stepped down. Wow. These girls don't mess about walking slowly. They march
up
and down the aisles. On every occasion, the stewardess would just continue
without looking down. I had a real close-up view of the lovely red pump
treading down onto my hand. Each time the sensation was different. Sometimes
almost soft as the whole sole trampled over it, to painful when the
mid-heels
landed full weight.

I laid there for 6 hours. No one came to move the blanket which was just
sneaking onto the walkway. My hand got trampled at least 20 times fully and
numerous times partially. The light came on about 1 hour from London and
everyone woke up. It was the best flight I've ever had. And the best part is
the beautiful girls smiled and said "Thank you. I hope you enjoyed the
flight".