It is zero fun flying coach.
I’m tired of having this wide body of mine stuffed into narrow seats with my love handles pouring out onto the lap of the guy sitting next to me. Plus, I couldn’t read Sky Mall without my elbows bruising the other guy’s love handles that have poured into MY seat.
So I had to spend two hours with my arms locked straight in front of me with hands between my knees just to keep from touching the other passengers.
“No thanks – that would necessitate bending my elbows, and that would be invasive to the aura of other passengers.”
The instant I can afford to start flying first class I’m doing so.