Ham planet on my flight caused my back to hurt for 2 days. I was flying out of Dallas and was in the first group for seating. I am 6'1", so I always attempt to get an exit row seat. I like watching take offs so I try and get a window seat. I see this huge obeast get on before anyone else when they call for people who need extra time to board before 1st class. He's winded by the time he gets from the fats chair (which took him 3 tries to get out of), up to the check in counter. I after the usual 1st class and rewards tier members, I board. Sure enough, the fat fuck is in the middle seat of the exit row my seat is in. Fist, he couldn't fit through the exit row door if he tried. I have to stand any time I want to adjust my hoodie, go though my backpack, or get my seat belt out from the seat as his fat rolls are hanging over the arm rest. Thankfully it's the solid arm rests so I don't have to feel his fat ass on me. He does have to sit with his arms locked together on his dinning room table of a gut just so the other passenger and I could fit. Of course, when the flight attendant comes buy to make sure we accept that we are capable to operate the door in the exit row (which is impossible for him), she has to hand him the belt extender. Not that the belt would stop his rotund ass in the event of an emergency. This really should disqualify him. You can't even have small pets in an exit row. I order a gin and tonic and have to mix it on the floor. He can't even lean over enough so I can get the tray table out from the arm rest. I tried several times to give him a hint and he just gives me a dirty look. I end up forgoing getting my tablet out or getting a snack as I had no place to put it. It was a completely full flight, and being that it's Dallas, I was better off in an exit row than the same thing in a smaller seat. For the next 4 hours I have to lean over and press myself against the window and wall so his smelly, sweating arms and rolls aren't all over me.  When we landed, I stand to gather my things and feel the pain in my back. He starts to get up and I just stand in front of him until it's our turn to disembark from the plane. No way I was going to have to wait behind this waddling land whale all the way to the boarding area, I had shit to do that day. My back was sore to the point that I had to stretch morning and night for the next 2 days to get the knots. Great way to start a work week when you have to install a phone system and run 1000' of fiber through a hangar and FBO. TL;DR - Ham planet takes up most of the seats in an exit row and caused my back to spasm.