the value of being vertically challenged
Warning: the following post is probably not very politically correct. Read at your own risk.
Sitting on the plane and I cannot help but notice the value of being overweight when you are in need of sleep. First, our heftier friends naturally have space because they always get the middle seat, then they rest their arms on the armrest (I cannot believe Seinfeld never had a show on wrestling for the armrest with your fellow passenger - that would have been a classic). Well, in the case of the people that are vertically challenged, there is no contest: you should be happy to get ¼ of your own seat.
Then comes the sleeping part. Today the person next to me has her head resting perfectly on her chest like it was designed for that, resting so comfortably on her two pillows (if I tried to rest my head on my chest I would need to have been doing yoga for 10 years). Then she starts the Snoring, which as they say, takes the cake (and in fact, she ate mine as well). If I had a bull horn or a microphone on me, I would have placed it under her nose to amplify the sound even more. Can she not hear herself?!
After 10 minutes of feeling her vibrations, I started to fantasize about me ripping out her tonsils or whatever makes you snore. I’d look it up but I can’t google it now (Something interesting, Word thinks google is misspelled how ironic).
So my suggestion for all those economy class passengers is this: when you check in, make sure to request who you are sitting next to and ask how much they weigh. Another airline suggestion would be to weigh the person not just the luggage. It reminds me of the time when I once flew and as a joke, requested from the check-in person “who am I sitting next to”. She said “Mr.
Smith”, which I mentally noted. As I boarded the plane, I looked down at the older gentleman sitting there and I greeted him, “Good morning Mr. Smith”.
He looked down at his shirt to see if he is wearing a tag that said his name. To prolong the joke I told him, “We are watching you”. The whole flight Mr. Smith did not relax for a moment, even after I explained to him that I was joking. Funny, I thought it was totally hysterical.