OT - From the "C'mon fatty... let's go!" files

 Ewww@"the not-so-sweet-smelling sticky dampness of her perspiration on my clothes."

WTH? That's nasty, and I don't blame you for not being a happy camper. Sheesh!

 I flew to Miami back in June and I was in coach. I was cramped, mostly needed leg room, and I was stuck watching the newlyweds in front of me and next to me suck face the whole way down. A week later, on the flight back, I decided to upgrade to business class. Now, keep this in mind, the week I was in Miami was the week that the Air France flight in route to Brazil crashed into the Atlantic. I upgraded, because I didn't want to be cramped and stuck with any newlyweds sucking face. It was my birthday and I thought a seat upgrade would be a nice treat to myself. 

Well, what did I get up in business class? Larger seats, lots of leg room, and a raving lunatic who was afraid to fly because she thought the plane was going to crash. The flight was delayed, and the flight attendants spent the majority of the flight catering to this passenger. As we landed in Baltimore, and I was getting off the plane, the flight attendants apologized as I exited business class. I said "Next time, give that crazy ***** a valium and an Amtrak train ticket" and sashayed my ass off the plane. So, the moral of my story is, no matter what the cir****tance, we are always subject to something uncomfortable on a flight. It's the price we pay for getting to our destination quickly. 

 "Next time, give that crazy ***** a valium and an Amtrak train ticket" and sashayed my ass off the plane.

LMAO!

I am always amazed when I read stories like this one. I am 6'3, was 448 pounds and flew several times a year that size (even on SWA). Not one time has anyone ever suggested that I leave the plane or that I buy another ticket.

I did not even realize this was happening or didnt pay much attention to it prior to weight loss surgery.

I would happily board my big *ss onto the plane and ask for a seat  belt extender like it was owed to me. I guess ignorance is bliss. 

I am also the one always sitting in an isle seat with my long leg extending out and I would also sometimes ask the person in front of me not to recline their seat. I had one guy who failed to obliged. I accidently spilled some of my drink down the back of his seat.