I used to fly a lot for work, and the worst times of my life was getting a plane, it was so bad that I stole the belt extender, and kept it in my briefcase, so I dint have to ask the skinny little shit stewardess for the extender, and then the wait, the longest wait of your life, sitting there, with an empty seat next to you, and watching every person that comes down the isle, looking at the seat numbers on the overhead, and thinking...please..please keep and empty seat next to me...please, and when someone sat there, I always felt kinda bad for them, it made there trip miserable too.
My travel agent knew I always reserved an isle seat, and heaven forbid if the airline screwed up and I got stuck in the middle, of the window, I changed flights more than once when that happened, especially on a long flight.
Then you had to eat a meal when the tray would not come down, another "crawl under the seat" and not come out until you land time!!
