I no longer fly, but I used to have to fly often.
I learned when a hog sat down next to me and asked if I minded if they lifted the arm rest, I replied, yes I do.
I have a bad arm and need the arm rest.
More kind than saying if I allow you to raise the armrest, about two hundred pounds of your blubber will be squeezing the breath out of me for the hours of the entire flight.
I did not force feed them until they were hogs.
That was their choice.
My choice was not to be forced to be a thin slice of meat in a blubber sandwich.
If you are a blubber hog, buy two seats.
The Ole Dog!
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