TopicalChica
New Fish
Window seat or aisle seat?
(add any good stories you might have)
Go!!
(add any good stories you might have)
Go!!
Short flight, window. Long flight, aisle.
No good stories really, except the time I was flying with my wife and we booked the aisle and windows seats thinking we’d either get an empty seat between us or could trade with the middle seat person if necessary. (This was in the days of flights not being packed to the gills with riff raff).
Middle seat person showed up and wouldn’t trade. “I like having both armrests, and it will do you two good to have some distance between you for the next couple hours.” Not saying she was wrong, but you can be right and still be a dick.
Middle seat so I have TWO sets of legs to “accidentally” feel up. Including yours, chica.
Short flight, window. Long flight, aisle.
No good stories really, except the time I was flying with my wife and we booked the aisle and windows seats thinking we’d either get an empty seat between us or could trade with the middle seat person if necessary. (This was in the days of flights not being packed to the gills with riff raff).
Middle seat person showed up and wouldn’t trade. “I like having both armrests, and it will do you two good to have some distance between you for the next couple hours.” Not saying she was wrong, but you can be right and still be a dick.
I once bought a $50 seat "upgrade" on Delta, I think, without really paying attention. It was a middle seat, next to a man, essentially a dwarf, using a seatbelt extender to its fullest. "No worries," says I, "the aisle seat is empty, I'll pop over there once doors close." Of course, right before departure, a young fellah built like a broader Cade Otton beats the door. And with a, "Sorry, man," sits down next to me. Most miserable flight ever, and I paid extra for it.
I once bought a $50 seat "upgrade" on Delta, I think, without really paying attention. It was a middle seat, next to a man, essentially a dwarf, using a seatbelt extender to its fullest. "No worries," says I, "the aisle seat is empty, I'll pop over there once doors close." Of course, right before departure, a young fellah built like a broader Cade Otton beats the door. And with a, "Sorry, man," sits down next to me. Most miserable flight ever, and I paid extra for it.