I can remember catching a flight from Brum to Belfast City, one Sunday night. After a leisurely pint in the airport bar, I was one of the last thru the door for my flight. Making my way down the aisle, there was the fat bitch from Hell sat next to the empty space that was to be my window seat.
I was crushed against the window for the whole flight. When we got to the baggage carousel, her husband (yes, she had one) came up to her, and together, they claimed their cases.
Why the fcuk didn't the thoughtless, jack b@stard sit next to her, instead of leaving some poor bugger like me there?