(#1) I flew from Phoenix to Minneapolis in coach seat B row 18. If that wasn’t bad enough, seat A and C were occupied by a husband and wife who talked non-stop. To make matters worse neither could have the arm rest down and needed seatbelt expanders, because they each weighed 350 plus. The plane was full so they could not reassign me a new seat.
(#2) I spent 5 hours on a Southwest flight from LA to DC sitting between a husband and wife who talked to each other over me through the entire flight. I asked if either of them wanted to switch seats with me, but they refused saying they wanted to be comfortable in the aisle and window.
(#3) Worst flight ever – DC to Heathrow seated between an obese couple. They purposely made their seat arrangements so there was someone between them because they were too big to sit next to each other comfortably. I had their flesh bulging into my seat the entire trip!
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Most of you probably know that US Air charges $7 for meals. When they first started doing this last year, fatty behind me tried paying his $7 IN CHANGE! Fatty had almost enough quarters in his pocket to cover it. I couldn’t believe he was making the stewardess count all that change. They have such a hard job as it is! Come on, can’t people go a few hours without eating??
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Actually my story has a happy ending! I was on a flight from Chicago to Phoenix. My ticket said row 23, seat A. I found my seat – an aisle one- and in the other two seats were two seriously overweight lards. They both smiled at me (I think they were looking forward to eating me if the plane crashed in the mountains) and I sat down. I made sure that the arm rest was down but my neighbor’s blubber enveloped the arm rest and pressed against me. A four hour flight with sweating flesh pressed against me – nuts!
Anyway, a guy comes up and says, ” I think you’re in my seat.” Holy cow! What a break! He’s right, I should be in the other window seat.
“It’s OK,” says my savior, “I can sit in your seat.”
“Not bloody likely,” I think to myself and graciously decline the kind offer.
Serious amounts of Schadenfreude throughout the flight – poor guy.
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My girlfriend and I were recently on vacation in the Middle East. We had finally reached the end of our rigorous travel. Our first flight was from Aswan to Cairo at 11 pm, which was no big deal. We got our bags and had to push them in carts to the international terminal; mind you there are no trams, skyways, etc to the other terminal.
Our next flight is to Amsterdam on KLM, which is a great airline. The flight leaves at 4:15 AM and got into Schipol at 8 AM. My girlfriend had the window for this part of the journey home. She says I hope someone fat does not sit by you, and low and behold a 6’6″ 300 plus pound smelly Egyptian guy sits next to me. I do not think his ass touched the seat when he sat down or during the entire flight thanks to the arm rests. In addition his flab and leg are in my area. There is one seat left open in front of us that happens to be by the window and in an exit row. I ask the flight attendant if I can have the seat, but the flight was full…five minutes later a Dutch guy takes his seat. Great….
What makes matters worse is the guy behind me, who is clearly an adult, decides to kick my calves for the next four plus hours. I kick back and look back at him with a deathly stare, and he continues to keep kicking. I should have said something, but I did not….not sure if it would have mattered with this clown. I had been up for over 24 hours and just wanted to sleep, but that was not happening thanks to captain chunk and the kicker behind me. I have had some crappy flights in the past, but by far this is the worst flight I have ever had.
Signed, Michael B.
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