Big Brother
I just back from a 12 hour plane ride home to Hawaii from Atlanta. Basil got off the plane in L.A. to visit a friend for a week. Trying to do the right thing, I notified the airline that he had gotten off the plane and that his seat would be open to accomodate one of the 78 standby passangers waiting in the airport lobby. Boy was that a mistake! I got stuck sitting in economy, shoved between the window and a XXL man.
Now, don't get me wrong, the guy was super sweet. He joked around with me before the flight and I assured him that there would be no chit chat during the flight because I had taken a couple of sleeping pills and was planning to sleep during the whole flight. I took my blanket, my pillow, put the seat back and tried to get comfortable. There was only one problem. His left arm.
The man was literally too big to fit in one seat on the plane. So, I spent 5 1/2 hours with his left arm taking up half of MY seat. I tossed. I turned. I sweated. I grumbled. I passed on dinner and beverages for fear of having to climb over a sleeping mountain to get to the bathroom.
I've heard of people buying two seats on planes to have more room to stretch out. This guy would have been a prime candidate. I want to be a compassionate person on this subject, but I feel like I should have gotten a discounted rate on my seat since I only truly got to occupy 1/2 of it. If you were, or are, an XXL person, would you consider buying two seats to accomodate your needs?
Posted by Beth at July 20, 2003 05:45 PM