I yearn for the good old days when you could squeeze past a flight attendant
and the cart in the aisle.
I don't care if they don't look like Miss America (but Miss July might be nice), but, I swear to God, one woman was so big, she slapped everyone sitting in aisle seats on both sides when she waddled down the aisle. Her hips hit the seats on both sides of the aisle, knocking off elbows and glasses, and her footsteps sounded like Godzilla. The plane shook when she walked. She was
Fricken' Huge. When she went to the back of the plane, I'm pretty sure some elevator trim was needed.