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.
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?