Fatty on an airplane today. Battle of the armrest. Hello from the Twin Cities! Flew in this morning, and my second flight was of course next to a mayo. Stupid fuck was in my seat (abcd is hard to read isnt it fatty? And you are not sticking me in the window seat so you can shove your gelatinous mass into my space and push me against the bulk head). I look at it and tell it, "you are in my seat"  "oh this isn't D?"  It painfully tries to shift over to it's seat, not slide like a human, more like a ponderous shuffling. It does not lower the arm rest. I take off my backpack and slide it in the seat in front of me, and as i sit down I grab the armrest and BAM bring it right down on fatties arm.  "Oh I'm sorry!" I slam it down again, this time it gets its arm out of the way.  Because of how early this flight is, and how early I had to wake up, I start to doze off. Everytime I would wake up to fatties arm coming over to my side, or its hooves drifting over to my side, I would start awake, kick its foot, or elbow its fat arm off my side.  Fatty got the idea, and by the end of the flight it had curled as far as it could against the side of the plane. My seat fatass. Get your own.