Let me start off by saying that I am well aware of my obesity. So well aware that I go out of my way to ensure that my girth does not inconvenience those around me. If I’m in a narrow hallway or between cubes and I am about to cross paths with someone, I’ll go out of my way to ensure that I don’t slam into them. While on the bus, if someone sits next to me, I’ll press myself up against the window as best as I can to keep myself on my own seat without invading their personal space.

It would be great if the fatties on Southwest paid me the same courtesy today.

I spent the flight being wedged between an ox of a woman whose thighs were easily 50% meatier than my own and the imobile hand rest. The right half of her body oozed over into my seat, preventing me from sitting all the way back and forcing me to sit hunched forward. Damn near every passenger on the plane either shoulder-checked me or rubbed their ass against the side of my head (or directly in my face, in one horrible instance) on the way to the bathroom. As you may have guessed, many were of a rotund nature and took no effort to prevent hitting me.

My flight was no fun, as you may have guessed. Nevertheless, I am in San An right now.