I recently flew. As I looked around the boarding/waiting area, I saw a guy who weighed at least 400#s. Then I saw him buying snacks and drinks for the 1.5 hour flight. Wouldn’t you know it…he was my seat partner.
I immediately put the armrest down, which was very difficult to do and he was sure squeezed in.
I then walked to the front of the plane where the flight attendant “greeter” was located. I didn’t say a word. She said “don’t worry…you will be moved”.
Lucky for me there were some seats avail for me to move to. But I’d still like to know… Why wasn’t this guy made to buy TWO tickets???
When I went back to my seat I told him I was moving. He immediately pushed up the armrest and let out a big sigh.
During my layover, I started watching a young, pretty Asian woman with long pretty, silky black hair. She was yapping on the phone and carrying way too many things (laptop, big backpack, coat, and what looked like a blanket) and was trying to push a duffle bag with her feet.
She was so busy yapping that she asked me if she was in the correct boarding line. Yep.
Guess who my seat mate was? She yapped on the phone til the last moment. And what did she do once she tuned the phone off?
Twirl/stroke her hair. Nonstop. For 2.5 hours.