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The worst I can remember was when I had to sit between two massively obese people. They each had to lift their rolls of fat off of my seat to allow me to sit down and then flopped them back on top of me. They were embarrassed and I felt sorry for them, but it was quite uncomfortable. Pretty miserable flight.
One time I was the worst seatmate, but no one knew it was me. I was flying with our pet cockatoos in cat carriers that we tucked under the seat. No one seemed to notice them and they we well behaved and quiet. Probably too terrified to squawk. Then at 3 a.m. when everyone on the plane was sleeping, Orville let loose with a terrified screech. I put my hand near him and he calmed right down, then I sat up and looked around with a surprised look on my face, just like everyone else.
Other the having a rambunctious baby crawling all over me, which I loved. There was a three or four foreigners traveling together that were so loud behind us that we had a hard time watching our movie with head phones on. They were laughing and talking loud for the whole flight. It was obnoxious and stressful dealing with that non stop chatter.
I remember flying to Australia in the 90's on a smoking flight. I was so sick by the time we got there. There was a smoking section, which is laughable. I'm so glad smoking is banned in all public places. Flying is miserable enough as it is without breathing that pollution on top of it.
One time I was the worst seatmate, but no one knew it was me. I was flying with our pet cockatoos in cat carriers that we tucked under the seat. No one seemed to notice them and they we well behaved and quiet. Probably too terrified to squawk. Then at 3 a.m. when everyone on the plane was sleeping, Orville let loose with a terrified screech. I put my hand near him and he calmed right down, then I sat up and looked around with a surprised look on my face, just like everyone else.
Sorry, if I was on this flight, I would have laughed my ass off at this. Heck, I'm laughing now at it.
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Originally Posted by blueherons
I was that passenger.
I had just landed in Boston for a work trip and noticed 28 missed calls.
My phone rings and it is my husband. An immediate family member had died.
I walked up to the gate and the agent put me back on the flight.
I sobbed the entire 2 1/2 hours back to Charlotte, then from CLT to MYR.
I feel so sorry for the people sitting around me but they were very kind.
You weren't the worst passenger to sit next to that day, you were everyone's prime concern, and it seems like everyone was reaching out. God bless you and what you were going through personally.
I had a seatmate start telling jokes before we were even off the ground. Having had ample experience with joke-tellers, I said something like, "I find that when a stranger starts telling me jokes, sooner or later one of us gets offended. I would rather you stopped the jokes now." He shut up and I had a pleasant trip.
1) On my flight back from Iceland a couple of months ago, a hippie-type guy was sitting two seats over from me with his "service dog" on the floor on a pee pad by his feet. The dog was a large, stinky (like, really stinky) pitbull mix that was obviously not trained to behave as he kept trying to climb up onto the empty seat between us or into my lap. Dude was immediately trying to talk to me, but I put my earbuds on and pulled out my kindle.
So instead he starts having an animated, loud conversation with the woman sitting directly behind me, which basically meant they were both talking OVER me. After this went on for a couple of hours I turned around and asked her if she wanted to switch seats so she could be closer to her new buddy, and she just blinked at me and smiled and said "no, I'm fine!". They eventually shut up long enough for me to catch a few Zs in between shoving the dog back out of my space. Honestly, if the dog hadn't smelled so bad I wouldn't have minded it laying against my legs or putting it's head on my lap, but as it was I smelled like dog for hours before I finally got home and was able to shower and change.
2) I had a window seat on a full flight from DC to San Diego. A very obese man took the middle seat, spilling out over onto my side. I had just finished chemo a month before and was SERIOUSLY freaked out about being touched by strangers after living with no immune system for 7 months, so when the plane doors closed and there was an empty aisle seat across the way I asked the flight attendant if I could switch. She said, yes, so I did, but 30 seconds later the person who belonged in that seat got on the plane, so I had to move back. I spent 5 hours smashed up against the side of the plane trying not to touch the guy.
Apparently he was super-offended by my actions, and proceeded to lecture me on the approach to San Diego about kindness and empathy and how I was judging him blah blah blah. I tried to explain my phobia to him but he just ignored me. I was so angry I was shaking by the time I got off that plane, and still somehow felt guilty. Ugh. (that's when I also decided that I am only ever flying in aisle seats ever again)
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