Hefty & Hirsute

March 3, 2010

in Portly Stories

My story is relatively tame, or appears to be so until you put yourself in my shoes. I was on a transatlantic flight from the Middle East to the USA with a layover in Germany.

Right after I boarded in the Middle East, some guy weighing at least 300lbs and the hairiest guy I have ever seen sat right next to me; of course he was overflowing his seat into mine. I was wearing a T-shirt at the time.

Although I immediately gave up on retaining the use of my left seat handle (I had a window seat), I assumed leaning as far into the window as I could would get me away from him. This only worked until my arm started going to sleep,so I had no choice but to sit up straight. The disgusting part was feeling his copious hair brush against my arm the entire flight.

Every time I would go to sleep it seemed he would move slightly and it would feel like a thousand little bugs crawling on my arm. That would wake me up immediately.

Needless to say, as soon as we arrived in Germany, I got a long sleeved sweatshirt since I wasn’t sure a regular long sleeved shirt would be enough to do the trick. By the end of the flight I had probably sweated off 3lbs but at least I got a good flight’s sleep.

John Doe

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tripod March 4, 2010 at 2:57 pm

that was my wife!!!


Bob March 4, 2010 at 3:07 pm



Marta March 4, 2010 at 3:04 pm

Good one Tripod!


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