Fats On A Plane Full flight. Husband and I take the first two seats together we see. I'm not a great flyer so usually I take the aisle and poor hubby is stuck in the middle. This time I'm in front (it's all my fault) so I just duck in and take the middle seat. Guy next to me is short and fat. Huge round belly that he's trying to fold his  arms over to take up less space. Needless to say his arms extend over the armrest and into my seat. I'm already in the seat and the line of people boarding is marching past. It's too late to switch seats now. Worst part is the fact that his soft, fleshy leg seems to ooze under the armrest to rest against mine. I try to scoot as close to my husband as possible but I don't want to take all of his space too. The side of my leg is getting sweaty where we are touching. So fucking gross. I subtlety shitlorded by reading my newly purchased 'Runner's World" magazine and ignoring he existed. I, not a great flyer, was concerned the plane wouldn't be able to get airborne because of him...