As long as you keep your private medical information in your own seat, I don't care, Sheila. But I don't want part of you in my seat!
I was on a four hour flight once, and the fat slob in the seat beside me was too fat to allow the arm rest down. I was miserable for four hours and didn't appreciate his lap in mine. I couldn't move and was very uncomfortable.
I think the airlines owe some consideration to their other passengers. If a body hangs into the next seat, why shouldn't they pay for it?
Did you even asked to me moved or are you just complaining.
I was on a four hour flight once, and the fat slob in the seat beside me was too fat to allow the arm rest down. I was miserable for four hours and didn't appreciate his lap in mine. I couldn't move and was very uncomfortable.
Why do we put up with it? This also happened to me once, flying coach. Mr. WideLoad was in the aisle seat, another slender woman like myself in the window seat and I had the middle. He declined to be enough of a gentleman to rise and permit me easy access to the row, when asked, which caused me to stumble over both of his feet and fall into her lap. (At least it wasn't HIS!) He had already raised the armrest and his sweaty butt and arm were taking up about 1/3 of my seat. To her credit, the woman next to me offered to put her armrest up and let me share a bit of her seat, but when he got up for a potty break, I flipped the armrest down, put my arm on it and opened a big book (not wider than my own legitimately purchased space) for the entire trip. Didn't matter, though, he also had body odor, and my arm was now crammed behind him, so my silk shirt came away smelling of him. I sat twisted like that from Atlanta to Newark, and got a nice backache from it, as as well. That was back when I was mousy about asserting my rights. Nowadays, were I willing to get on a plane (not til they stop lying about security!) I wouldn't put up with that for 30 seconds!