I hate the seats facing each other as well. The worst one for me was when I was in some other country on vacation and got on a train. These two other guys got on and sat across from me. They were rather interesting looking and seemed like they were on something, it would have been easy to stare, but I didn’t know their temperament so did everything I could to look out the window and pretend they didn’t exist. Then they started talking to me, and were persistent about it. They were asking me for a knife I think. I didn’t have one. He was trying to open a bag of pretzels or something. He ripped it open and they fell on the floor. He then proceeded to spend the rest of the train ride picking up pretzels off the floor and eating them, while I tried to pretend all this stuff wasn’t happening.