I usually board airliners early. I get out my magazines and books, and I start reading, while the other passengers still get on the plane. I prefer window seats, first because I like to look out, but also because I hate getting bumped into by people filing onto the plane, swinging their backpacks and suitcases into my shoulders.
I look up and I see a really fat guy coming my way, and I just know he’s going to sit right next to me. I don’t know how he makes it into the seat, and then he spills over on both sides, well into my space.
I feel every one of his breaths because his shoulders press into mine. I move forward, sitting on the edge of the seat, so I don’t have to constantly touch the guy. It’s going to be a long and miserable flight.
This article shows efforts in Canada to deal with this problem.
I volunteer. I’ll be the butt measurer.