I hate sitting next to obese, super-sized strangers on a flight.
Even if they can “fit” (read: squeeze) into the seat, the spillover means HOURS of constant, miserable contact with their blubbery body and excess body heat. What about my right to protection from the uncomfortable, sweaty, icky intimacy of a complete stranger?
Buy two seats or stay home, I say.
No disagreement on that from me. Even when their butt's in the seat, every other part of their fatousity is squeezing over into the person next to them..I hate it when I am forced to try to squinch over in my paid for seat by the upper arm flab, and lardy hips that are oozing onto me for several hours. Ugh.