Captain's log: flying Spirit airlines sitting next to a fat This isn't a story in the traditional sense, it's just a report on what my experience was flying with a fat. I don't "hate" fats, but I sure as shit hated this one.  I hear a voice behind me say "row 23!", I pray that it's across the isle. It's not. She asks me if her and her son could go ahead of me since I have the isle seat. As they sit down I make my move to put down the arm rest (thanks FPH for this tip). She sneers and asks if I have enough room. She's taking up some of her son's seat instead. She's drinking diet Dr Pepper. She has thick rimmed feminist glasses and is wearing a thin maxi skirt. Her kid (may be 7, already starting to grow a double chin) has his own Dr pepper. She's flipping through food menu immediately.  She asks her kid if he wants a brownie. After he says he's not hungry, she tells him they'll probably have lunch after the grandpa picks them up (which would be 11:30am after the time zone change. They'll otherwise be eating lunch at 10:30am). She puts the menu away and says she can't wait anymore, gets the brownie and tries to get her kid to have a brownie again. Kid says he hasn't had breakfast and wants something "real" to eat, not a brownie. She then proceeds to eat his brownie, too. Through a mouthful she teases that he's missing out, proceeds to eat the rest of the brownie and shove the wrappers in the pocket. We have not taken off yet. It's 7 am. 7:15 were about to take off she's reading a book to her son and steadily farting.  7:30 we finally take off. 7:38 they announce they will be serving snacks for purchase. Fatty's tray immediately comes down, beetus juice on top.  7:42 She is no longer reading. A smell of bathroom, fragrance, and used diapers is emanating from her. It's not slap in the face strong but it's definitely there. Guess she wasn't farting? After seeing a woman not being offered anything complimentary she put up her tray again. 8:00 She needs to go to the bathroom.  Without lifting the armrests I slide out onto the isle. She tries to copy, stumbles and trips on her way out. Coming back she takes her time, takes my seat belt, stretches it almost all the way out and tries to connect it to hers for a minute and tries to take her sons seat belt before realizing that she has mine. 8:06 The smell is now more fecal and hitting harder.  Not sure if she didn't wipe well or if she's still farting. Maybe she's still farting. 8:36 No it's definitely her, she wasn't farting. I turned on the air and have to continously waft the air away from me with some papers. It's so cold. People are looking. I tried looking for empty seats but alas, I cannot move.. 2 more hours to go.  8:47 She pulls out and starts eating a big bag of chocolate covered peanut butter pretzels 9:15 bad turbulence, praying the now sleeping, stinking beast doesn't shit herself. I'm fanning like crazy. When the seat belt sign turns off I will ask to move. 9:30 I'm nauseous and its not because of turbulence. Arm is getting tired from rapidly fanning myself. 9:40 Seatbelt sign is off, no seats available, I run to the bathroom, which smells nice. The fat kid is really cute and talkative, it's a shame his mom is a fucking moron and will probably turn him into a mental case like her, where he needs to try and drag down his kids into his misery, like this woman. 10:30 sweet release And that's it. This was my first experience sitting next to a fat and it was awful. I was debating driving for 20 hours instead and now I kind of wish I had, my blood pressure would have thanked me for it. Until next time kids!