Account Deleted By User This is another Airplane story. I was in the first row of comfort seats directly behind the 1st class section.  Our section of the plane was separated by a wall from the rest of the plane. The first thing I noticed  upon boarding was a large femayo gendered ham sitting in the last row of comfort seats beside the window. It was snoozing comfortably  with its head resting in the corner formed by the side and back wall. I proceeded to ignore it. This was easily done as my seat was further forward. As the plane filled up, I noticed that the only empty 1st class seat was the aisle seat in the row immediately in front of me, but again thought nothing of it. Just before take off the man in the aisle seat next to me left to use the toilet (I assume). Not long after a stewardess tapped me on the shoulder and asked if that seat were taken. I had been listening to music through my noise canceling headphones and was unaware of the drama that was playing out behind me. What happened was this. A large family group had arrived last minute.  Two adults and a bunch of teens. They had two entire rows booked.  One of those rows included the seat Hammie occupied. The parents produced tickets.  Hammie pretended to not know where her seat was. This was when the stewardess asked me if the seat beside me was occupied. I guess hoping to quickly fix the issue. Thank God for the random guy who sat next to me. (Not a Ham). A few minutes of Hammie stupidity later, she finally admitted she held a ticket for row five. You have probably already guessed, but yes, this stupid Ham had paid for a 1st class seat but didn't want it because she wanted to sleep in the corner. To add insult to injury,  the 1st class seats are extra wide and have small tables between them instead of narrow armrests. She took up 2 seats worth of space in the row she plopped herself down in originally, but fit just fine in her assigned seat where she had access to a personal tv screen, more food than we received, and all the diet coke she could moo for. What the hell, FPH?