I have to tell you my best travel story then (I've flown over 6 million miles, so I have a few of them!)
I was flying from Tel Aviv to New York on a Friday. Of course, for Israelis, that a weekend day, so lots of families were flying on this full 747. I had a bunch of work to get done (taking an MBA degree at the time) but had a problem.
1) The lady is front of me was nursing a newborn, so she had her seat fully reclined.
2) If I tried to recline my seat, the elderly man behind me kept punching it until I put it back up.
3) This older man kept a hooked walking stick wedged over my armrest. When he got up to use to bathroom, my arm would get caught as he tried to pull his stick out.
4) On my right, children were running up and down the corridor yelling and screaming.
5) To my left were two children who kept going to and fro the corridor by climbing over me or under my legs.
I asked the flight attendant for a different seat. She basically chided me for taking a weekend flight. "What do you expect? Anyway, the flight is full."
So, I took my laptop and my books, occupied one of the bathrooms at the back of the plane, and worked in there for nearly ten hours. Occasionally someone would knock on the door, but I'd just ignore them. When the coast was clear, I'd sometimes open the door, grab a cup of water, and go back in.
What amazed me is that no one wondered where I might be, but that was fine with me.