My husband always tries to sit next to me, too. Mostly to prevent a fracas. Because if you grope me, I will stab you.
I don’t. I will request to have either my seat changed or theirs. Same with kids.
Come on, man!!!!
Not next to a black woman. Too freakin loud.
My wife was seat mates with Dan Rather on a flight from Oklahoma City to Chicago.
Here is her stupid purse slapping me in the face and a huge obnoxiously colored shopping bag being stowed against my feet. Here is her stupid fat ass spilling over into my space. Here is her stupid perfume applied by the bucket-load in my nostrils and his stupid disco music leaking out of her barely-muffling headphones two centimeters from my ear.
It probably has more to do with size than being female.
If given the choice to sit next to a small thin man, or a large wide woman, I would sit next to the man every time.
I’m a guy and will sit next to a woman every time, instead of some dude. Notice the chick in this pic is sitting on the aisle when the window is open…an attempt to block a male from sitting next to her. If all the open seats are next to a guy sitting by a window, I will scoot into her window seat anyway. I do keep to myself and will not put my bag against her feet or abuse the armrest.
Every time I see some 400 lb behemoth come down the aisle my greatest fear is that it’s going to sit down next to me. I have no issues with a good looking normal sized woman sitting down next to me. Occasionally it even happens.
Do women just whine all the time?
I’m thankful I’ve never had to commute on a train.