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Compared to most Americans, I’m pretty sanguine when it comes to minor inconveniences. Like being assigned a center seat on an airplane. There are a couple thoughts that run through my mind when this happens:
1. My chances are doubled I’ll sit next to a cute, single girl. (And after my two prior failures following up with girls I’ve gotten numbers for, it stands to reason the third time will be the charm.)
2. My chances are doubled I’ll sit next to someone who needs to take some of my seat space.*
This time around, my neighbors were a portly old man and an old woman playing sudoku. Neither had to use any of my seat space.
I suppose we can call that a draw.
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* I don’t put very much blame on the airlines or the big and tall for seat overflow situations, but that’s a discussion for another time.
I’d only choose the aisle seat. I simply won’t talk to people sitting next to me on an airplane, even if there’s a cute, pretty girl. I’d often get up and walk to the back, pretending to go to the toilet.
Reply to QBut if you choose the aisle seat, you have to keep getting up when the other people need to use the bathroom. Then you’re forcing the other people to talk to you.
Reply to DonnieI’m usually out a lot of the time. Also, they can talk to me but I don’t have to talk to them.
Reply to QDon’t you at least grunt when they squeeze past you trying to get to the bathroom?
Reply to Donnie