I am in a rock band that is somewhat famous yet not famous enough to own its own private jet. So needless to say my band mates and I fly a lot.
On one of our flights I walk down the aisle and was horrified to see the huge man sitting there in my seat (aisle seat). He explained calmly to me that I could have his seat which was next to him; the bassist got the window seat. He was very nice the whole trip and tried not to get his fat on me too much. And he didn’t smell.
After the flight he handed me a envelope and walked off. I opened the envelope and found a note which read:
I have eaten a lot of twinkies in my life and I enjoyed them. I bet you fly a lot and hate getting stuck next to people like me. I enjoyed my flight and I hope you did too. Sorry my fat rubbed on you.
Fat F**k Fred”
Enclosed was a $50 bill. This made my day, and proved fat people are not all evil.
If you read this Fred thank you, and my band thanks you for drinks at the bar that night.