JSA wrote:
Moonrocket wrote:
JSA wrote:
ACE wrote:
Moonrocket wrote:
I’m a pretty small female- I fly a fair deal and I’ve had seatbelt extender passengers next to me a few times. They have all been nice. It’s hard for everyone- but I will take them over an obviously sick seatmate. They are the worst IMO. Although I really hate being in physical contact with strangers.
I also stopped checking in early for Southwest and now try and get an early C ticket. I then choose the middle seat between the two most appealing people. I think because I’m smaller bigger people chose me to sit next to. My husband is 6’5” and laughs at how often a big person chose to sit next to me.
I am the guy quietly praying the small person coming down the aisle on the SW flight picks to sit in the middle seat on my row. I might even make a little eye contact and wink at you display the seat as a wonderful option.
When the large person looks at the middle seat on my row I give them the stink eye and hope they keep walking.
Ditto.
Eye contact and a smile might be better than winking. A strange guy winking at me might get put in the same category as an active cougher for me.
Ha! Yeah, I did not mean the winking part ...
I fly Southwest a lot b/c they are the only airline with non-stop flights to a lot of my client destinations. About a year ago, I boarded earlier. A guy was in the aisle seat of row 1. Jumped in the window seat. Neither of us are/were overweight, but, we were both around 6' 2", 220, broad shoulders. We left the middle seat open. The plane not full. About halfway through boarding, this guy in his 30s, about 6', 250, heavy, stops and looks at the middle seat in our row. Both me and the other guy mean-mug him. No effect. He pushes in a sits down. For the life of me,
I cannot figure out why. First, there still plenty of aisle/window seat available, as boarding was only about halfway finished. Second, it was pretty clear this was not going to be a completely full flight.
Turned out to be quite uncomfortable for all 3 of us for no reason.
Maybe because that fat fuck couldn't stand the thought of having to walk further down the aisle to find a more comfortable/appropriate seat?
Long Chile was a silly place.