Originally Posted by nineworldseries

Yay! Welcome, everyone, to Part II of the saga of worst flight ever! In Part I, our protagonist had A1 and seat 16D until a wide shouldered lumberjack threw him back to 29C.

Now, with A3 in hand, can he avoid a seatmate from MDW to CMH that doesn't fit in a damn seat? HELL NO! 70 empty seats on the plane, they tell me at the gate and then on the plane. So I settle into 1D.

Then, obese man wearing sweatpants and sandals with bright yellow toe nails decides that hey, there are 70 empty seats on this plane, but I want 1E. Upper arm and torso flab envelop me as I do the familiar lean and twist into the aisle. EVEN WORSE, this is the bulkhead with the plastic divided seats. Still, his sweaty flab caresses me.

Fortunately, cause, ya know, there are 70 empty seats, 1C is still open. As soon as I slide over, he yells "LOOOOO" which at first resembled some kind of barnyard call, but I eventually figured out that he was summoning his wife to the empty seat.

Was this merely a ploy to get an open bulkhead seat for Loo? It wasn't, because apparently Loo did not want to sit with this cretin either.