
I have always been more of a window seat fan myself, and I have always gone out of my way to get the window seat until Tuesday. I was extremely late to checking in, and then came the dreaded words. You are in seat 5B; an aisle seat! I tried to convince myself that this would be ok, but deep down in side I knew it wouldn't. I sucked it up though and sank down into my aisle seat with dispair. As I sat down though, I noticed that I felt a little more freedom for my legs to roam around, but I just attributed that to the type of airplane. Then I noticed that I needed to go to the bathroom before they closed the doors, and the process was painless because I didn't have to crawl over anyone to get out to the aisle just because I neglected to empty...