Another fat on a plane story I was on a flight this week from a southern city back to where I live.  Given that there was at least a 75% chance of being seated by a fat, I guess I wasn't surprised when a short, round, thing in her 20s (maybe? so hard to tell) plopped herself in the center seat next to me. At the outset, let me make clear that I abide by the "center seat passenger gets both arm rests" rule of flying.  The problem with being seated next to a fat, of course, is that they are physically incapable of simply resting their elbow on the arm rest since their elbow only exists on an x-ray.  Instead, they have upper and lower arm fat engulfing what was once the joint where the humerus meets the ulna.  So when this bulbous plane fat rested her "elbow" on the arm rest, she was in fact spilling the entirety of her upper arm into my space, and onto me. Ick. Not long after takeoff, the flight attendant came around with drinks and snacks.  This was a Delta flight, and they offered a choice of cookies or snack mix and the usual assortment of soft drinks.  They also offered snacks that can be purchased, like snack boxes and cans of Pringles.  I ordered what I usually do on a plane -- water, no ice.  The fat sort of looked at me, and then looked wistfully at the cart.  She ordered a glass of ice water and nothing else.  The human sitting in the window seat ordered coffee and free cookies.  The human was lucky not to lose a hand when she reached across the fat to take her cookies. Maybe 30 seconds after the flight attendant started pushing the cart down the aisle to the next row, the fat started whimpering in a way that, I think, was an effort to get the flight attendant's attention.  She looked back at us and asked the fat if she needed anything.  "I need a snack," the fat announced.  The flight attendant asked what she wanted.  "Pringles." So Pringles she got.  A whole can of them.  I bet you can guess how long it took her to eat that whole can.  And I bet you can guess whether she made a nasty, greasy, crumbly mess all over her seat while devouring the Pringles. Even though it was a gross sight to see, I was more amused than anything else because it was yet another example of what we talk about here every day -- a fat who can't sit through a 2 hour flight without shoving grease into her maw, and can't even do that without making a huge mess. They really should be forced to sit in their own nasty, greasy, section on planes.