I avoid the middle seat like the plague...poor Alison gets stuck there because she is rather slender.
Today she gets to sit next to me who is a few cheezeburgers short of a seatbelt extender, and another lady who had to get a seat belt extender. At least my arm rest went down. The one one the other side did not. At least Alison was kind enough to offer her a twizzler. Should be a fun flight.
Poor, poor Alison.
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