Flight to Amsterdam

Wow, those 5 inches were worth the price of admission. Another piece of good news is that I no longer require the fat man extender seat belt. I have lost over 100lbs since my last flight, but I thought I would still need an extender. Not so. I am happy. This happiness lasted all of five minutes. It seems a rather large young fellow, bigger than me, gave up his seat to a woman in the back of the plane and was now going to sit next to me. My bad luck. I had both seats to myself until this guy decides to be gracious. Shockingly, this guy then convinces the tiny man in front to switch seats with him. Life is geting better. Wait, it gets even better. Mr Big guy convinces a woman several rows back to sit were Tiny man was sitting so that he can sit next to, his words, "a hot chick". Well, Tiny man sees his assigned seat open and jumps back into his seat. This leaves me staring up at a tall slender attractive woman who is glaring back at me for being duped into sitting next to me. She starts to demand her seat back, quite loudly actually, when the steward gets on the intercom and demands that everyone sit for departure. She sits in a huff, sends a message on her crackberry, leans back, and then quickly falls asleep. I am not sure how to take this seeing how I was the bystander. I never opened my mouth. I feel dissed by Big guy, Tiny man, and Attractive woman. I know I don't smell - I showered and shaved earlier in the day. Clothes are new and clean. Usually people put in some effort before blowing me off - three disses in less than five minutes without me uttering a word. Definitely a record. Not a good omen. Amsterdam in about 8 hours. The joy.