Consider this a reminder if you know me and if you don’t it’s an explanation: FroggerGirl is not a tiny petite waif of a girl. I am not massive…probably just on the larger end of the normal spectrum. Having said this, let me now be mean.
As I was going through security at SFO Airport, there was a middle aged couple in front of me. They were like a parody of a married couple. Bickering, struggling and in general not happy campers. Things like, “What are you doing? God what is wrong with you!” coming from the wife and equally cheery talk from the husband. Now you’re thinking to yourself, “Well FG is not being sweet and cuddly about this couple, but how is this mean?” Well, I’ll tell you…this couple was FAT! Not just a little big or mildly overweight…these were Weebles. They were almost as wide as they were tall…and thankfully they were not tall.
I would have probably forgotten these two as I continued on my merry way except…they were on my flight back to the Swamp. Worse yet, guess who was sitting in my row? You got it, Mrs. And Mr. Weeble. NOT COOL! First these two barely fit in their seats and even though I was thankfully on the aisle. Well you can imagine right? Mrs. Weeble was complaining that she was claustrophobic…and then looks over at me (she thought I was listening to my iPod) to say, “I would pay to sit on the aisle” to her husband. Yeah, well I would not accept any amount of money to sit smashed between the less than happy Weebles or crammed against the window with them trapping me.
Let’s draw a word picture shall we? Picture is you will the less than roomy seats on an A319 plane about to be in the air for about 5 hours. Now, picture two Weebles crammed into the middle and window seat. FroggerGirl has to stow her items under the seat in front of her. Weebles had bogarted the overhead bin space for their massive bags of chocolate, candles and t-shirts souvenirs. Mrs. Weeble is violating the personal pace of FG in a major way. Not only is she invading over the top to the armrest in such a way that I must torque my body into the aisle and I cannot fully sit back without leaning my shoulder onto a portion of her arm, there is bellow the armrest space violation. Again, FG is not tiny, but my ass fits in the seat with at least 2-3 inches between it and the armrests…no spillage of my girth into the other passenger’s thigh space. Overall, it’s no a pretty picture and it lasts for 5+ hours with us not arrving in the Swamp until the wee hours of the morning. YIPEE!
Like I said…not nice of me, but this couple triggered MAJOR resentment and discomfort for me. That and the fact that I was stuck with them for so long in such a small amount of space didn't help. It’s one more reason that makes that thin line of love and hate in travel so precarious. Sometime people just suck!
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