Please store your hoover in the overhead compartment

I flew back to Oregon last night. Normally I don't mind at all because it's only a 57 minute flight or something. Last night however I was not so impressed. I was seated comfortably in seat 6A. I got the whole (2 seats) row to myself. I took a little nap on take-off, I drank some juice, had some bbq potatoe chips and when I was abou to open up my book and begin to read I caught a little movement out of the corner of my eye...

The couple sitting in seats 2C and 2D were going at it like rabbits. I don't mean a little smooch whilst at 30,000 feet. I mean tongues entangled, faces mashed, "arethosetwoheadsorjustaoneheadedperson?" kind of action. I nearly puked. Please don't misunderstand me. I don't hate couples. I don't hate kissing in public. I don't even hate an occasional tap on the ass (not a grab, a tap). What I do dislike is being stuck in a tin can while a couple is trading slobber and probably infecting the air with mono. Just, EW DUDE.