The Puget Sound University football team took the same flight from Seattle to Denver that I did today. Fortuitous indeed that the biggest guy on the team and I were seat-buddies. As most of you know I’m quite a big guy myself, often mistaken for a wrestler or football player, though I’m manboobier than your average football player. Anyway, on two separate occasions during boarding, a player from the team saw the two of us attempting to sit next to each other in the tiny airplane seats, got a sympathetic smile, and then apologized for my misfortune.
Thus began my trek of discomfort. Both of our torsos were nearly the full width of our seats, so we had to overlap our shoulders. It’s been an hour since that flight now, and my spine still hurts from contorting my body to fill the available space as comfortably as possible. Essentially, I spent two and a half hours cuddling with the biggest guy on the football team, except that would have been far more comfortable were the Rules of Manhood to allow such a thing. I imagine that I’ll get the feeling back in my legs back just in time to board my next flight, which is running about 75 minutes late.
I’ve included this lovely diagram to help illustrate the situation: