Yesterday I flew to Orlando to spend some time with my dad. So far it's been good here, but as usual, on the flight there were some interesting happenings. The lady I had to sit next to (thanks to Southwest's policy about pick your own seat- which sucks if you're among the last ten people on the place) was an older woman of typical Florida legs and typical American weight.
I'm attributing her weight to the fact that when her husband made me get up so he could go to the lavatory she said "time for some exercise". Wait, since when does getting up out of a seat count as exercise?
It made me worried, more than usual, about the state of humanity.
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