I’m convinced the only people that complain about this shit are tiny little 4’2" assholes who cant fathom that normal sized humans being crammed into a tuna can of a seat isnt just uncomfortable, its downright painful… So painful in fact that I will literally jump out of my seat the microsecond I am able to, just to end the constant incurring pain.
I’m above average height, and after I get off a plane I have to go take a big dose of tylenol and spend half the day laying in bed for the pain and misery to go away.
and thats with paying extra for aisle seat so I can stretch oneleg out every 30 minutes when no ones walking by.
Getting in and out of those seats when you’re over 5’ 10" is like getting out of a child’s lawn chair or a beanbag chair with arthritis and an oversized backpack. So every attempt is a feat of gymnastics of extricating your sore skeleton with cramped muscles with only the back of another passenger’s chair as leverage with a low overhead to avoid. It’s like doing contortionist work while hungover. And if you’re not in the aisle seat, you gotta get 1-2 people to get up so you can pass them.
I’m convinced the only people that complain about this shit are tiny little 4’2" assholes who cant fathom that normal sized humans being crammed into a tuna can of a seat isnt just uncomfortable, its downright painful… So painful in fact that I will literally jump out of my seat the microsecond I am able to, just to end the constant incurring pain.
I’m above average height, and after I get off a plane I have to go take a big dose of tylenol and spend half the day laying in bed for the pain and misery to go away.
and thats with paying extra for aisle seat so I can stretch oneleg out every 30 minutes when no ones walking by.
You know you can like get out of the seat during the flight?
No shit, really?
I guess that magically erases all the fucking negatives of being crammed in, then!
Thank god for you and your wise insight! How many people have suffered without this precious, divine knowledge?
Getting in and out of those seats when you’re over 5’ 10" is like getting out of a child’s lawn chair or a beanbag chair with arthritis and an oversized backpack. So every attempt is a feat of gymnastics of extricating your sore skeleton with cramped muscles with only the back of another passenger’s chair as leverage with a low overhead to avoid. It’s like doing contortionist work while hungover. And if you’re not in the aisle seat, you gotta get 1-2 people to get up so you can pass them.
Exactly. These short pocket sized motherfuckers got no idea what its like, lol.
But earlier you wrote that getting out of your seat ends the pain. Perhaps this is only true when the plane has landed?
Ok ok chill you could have made your point with like 30% less angst
Go to the bathroom every hour even if you don’t have to.
I’d rather be pained and miserable, than be pained, miserable, and covered in other peoples… fluids.