Last Thursday I'm flying home on an American Eagle Regional jet. 1 seat on the right, 2 seats on the left, about 18 rows. I settle into 4B and watch as the crowd shuffles in. This attractive woman in her late 20's or so starts to slow down as she comes in. She looks at the seat next to me, looks at her ticket and proceeds to sit down in 5C. Damn! That's typical.
So... a few minutes later in comes this huge woman, walking sideways down the isle toting this huge duffle bag that no way no how is going to fit overhead. "Please God, please... keep going, keep going." "Heeeheee excuse me, I'm in 4C" Damn! twice! I'm not a big guy, 165, 5'9" I fit into my seat just fine but this woman has me jammed up against the arm rest on the isle side and her bag has to be jammed under both seats in front of us and I've all of the sudden got the leg room of a toy Kia.
Once the plane get's loaded, the flight attendant comes on and announces that because of weight issues (big surprise) they need 5 volunteers to move from the first 7 rows to the rear section of the plane for takeoff. My hand shot up so fast I almost dislocated my shoulder.
I move back to row 13 or so and settle in. The attendant then comes back on the PA and says maintenance has to replace a bulb that should take about another 15 minutes. All of the sudden this guy in 12A starts muttering and cussing to himself about how he only has half an hour to make his connection in Dallas and starts jabbing the attendant button over and over.
When she comes back he's all high and mighty about how he travels all the time and this just isn't going to do. This plane has to take off or else he'll miss his connection and they can fix the light when they land in Dallas. The attendant politely reminds him that it was his choice to book such a tight connection but there really is nothing she can do. Perhaps he can contact the American desk and see if they can change his connecting flight. And that after the plane is up in the air, maybe one of the passengers that moved to the rear of the plane would offer him their seat so he could get off the plane faster to try and make his connection.
*Bingo!*
"Excuse me sir, I moved back from 4B and would be happy to let you have my seat in exchange for your exit row seat."
"Yeah, ok whatever, damn airline." They can't rebook him, the plane get's off the ground and when the seatbelt sign goes off, he gets up, gets his stuff and moves and I move to his seat.
I got the biggest grin when he got to 4B looked at his seatmate, the lack of storage room and just about blew a gasket