You can never be too skinny –
Unless you’re an airline seat, dahrlings.
Honestly, Pumpkins, the anorexic benches we are being dumped into only compound the horror that has become air travel. A bony knee in my back is just what I need on yet another crowded, delayed, foodless, boozeless, bin stuffed flight to I can’t remember where.
Complaints are getting so bad I hear Rouge is considering on-board chiropractors on flights longer than 2 hours. And now Westjet is jumping on the slim seat wagon. The bottom line on this move is that it will inadvertently add a whole inch of leg room. (And, yes, an extra inch really does make a difference, boys.)
But we can’t get too excited because what an airline giveth, an airline can taketh away. Greg is undecided on whether to let us keep that inch. Fickle fellow.
I like fat seats, ok? But they use too much fuel, so the only solution is to take a page from Pico Iyer. The famous travel journalist is advising us all to just stay put, dahrlings. Sage advice indeed for some of the oxygen deprived suppliers who live on planes and whose brains are cellularly disintegrating. Just saying. Huh? Where are we?
