At first, I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me.
But then I noticed the horrible smell.
I turned around.
Sitting behind me was an extremely overweight woman who appeared to be about 55 years old. Her enormous belly almost completely filled her seat, her legs were spread wide apart, and her short pink T-shirt barely covered her body.
She was holding a large bag of chips. Empty wrappers, napkins, and food scraps were scattered across the floor.
The woman, whose name was Linda, was listening to music through her headphones and constantly chewing something.
“Excuse me, could you please take your foot off my armrest?” I asked politely.
She removed one earbud.
“My foot isn’t touching you.”
“But it’s on my armrest.”
“My feet need air.”
“Then let them breathe in your own seat.”
She smirked.
“This is an airplane, lady. We’re all sharing the same space.”
Then she glanced at my other hand.
“Use your other armrest and leave me alone.”