So I was flying Southwest Airlines to Boston from Phoenix. I couldn’t sleep the night before, so I looked forward to a pillow and being curled up against a window. I got my “A” boarding pass (lucky) and sat in my window seat.
Everything started filling up. A woman and child took the middle and aisle seats in my row. Right before the door closes, last guy comes in. Apparently, he’s the husband of the woman. The last seat on the plane is a middle seat 3 rows up. It’s in-between a huge fat guy – arm rest up of course, and an old woman with a severe case of “old lady stink smell.” I remembered her from the terminal – I am pretty sure she wore adult diapers and needed to change them, but so far hasn’t. That kind of smell.
So what happens next? The guy comes up and asks me to switch seats so he “can be with his family.” He talked really fast, like a used car salesman. What would you do? Well, I stood up and saw what that middle seat was going to entail and I sat back down. “Sorry, but no.” I gave a few other lame excuses, but in all honesty, I just wanted to curl up against the window and go to sleep. So I did.