As I got into my seat for the flight from Paris to Stockholm, I did not fit. Well, I did fit, but just barely. And it was mighty uncomfortable. My thighs were squashed into the seat arms as tightly as canned tuna into a tin. The situation was also mighty horrifying and embarrassing.
“Oh my,” I said to Robert, “did I eat so much over the holidays that I can’t fit into an airplane seat?”
Luckily, Robert quickly noticed that my seat was significantly smaller than normal. It was the middle seat and seemed to be child sized. Luckily again, the flight attendant was then able to make my seat the appropriate size. So while I did perhaps overindulge during the holiday season, I did still fit in my airplane seat. Thank God for that.
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