Yesterday I had to wake up at the crack of dawn middle of the farking night to get a 6:00 clock flight... I got to my meeting some 2 hrs early, which got cancelled... the office had me on a flexi flight so I returned to the airport at 11:30... but the ****ing ***** at virgin didn't have any space until 16:30.

I got on the plane... and HOLY sh!t there was this HUGE fat bastard taking up 1.5 seats. Now I'm not a small guy, so I sit on the isle seat and another big guy says "you're in my seat", I said "he's half in mine"... he stays there standing for a while, then I get a stewardess's attention... I ask her if there are any free seats, bcos we're clearly the 3 largest farkers on the plain. She says sorry were totally full. The flight gets delayed (15mins) bcos they had some problem with too many people.

So I'm stuck next to the this fat bastard... actually turned out to be a nice guy, who had already lost 70 f'ing kg after a gastric band. So he weighed 210kg, and a grumpy big fella who kept his legs in the isle.

The fat guy was taking up maybe 15% of my seat, bcos his fat was over the armrest, so I was resting on his fat which was hot, so we ended up sweating on each other, and his thigh was bulging under the armrest.

Not really the worse flight... but people have nightmares about being on a flight stuck between fat people.

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