March 2015, I was flying American Airlines from Salt Lake City to Philadelphia. I am not the standard size. The entire trip, the arm rests were digging into my butt. It was the only time I've had to ask for a seatbelt extension.
I got some relief when I transferred in Chicago but the plane was just as bad for the second leg of the journey. I really felt awful by the time I landed. (Because my giant butt isn't made for American Airline's seats.)
Oh yeah and Philadelphia Airport baggage claim kinda has a creepy vibe. I was so glad Uncle Owen had come inside to get me.
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