"Hi. I'm 6'8" tall. I have a 37" inseam. It is physically impossible for me to fit into the seats that you provide. I'm wondering if there is any room in the bulkheads or in the emergency row possibly?" It's a mantra that I'm used to repeating every time I fly. It's second nature really.
Needless to say, this is a full flight, and "At this time there really isn't anything that we can do for you. You can check back little later," she said, "I could also point out the people who I have assigned those seats to, and maybe you could work something out." So, I guess we'll see.
How would you feel. "Hi, I was wondering if you might be able to switch you super comfortable bulkhead for my seats. It would really help me out. What's that? Where are our seats? Yeah, we're in row 43. Yup. Right back there by the bathroom. Really it's very convenient."
So for now, I am premedicating at the airport bar. Maybe I'll get lucky. Probably not. Worst case scenario: heavy drinking followed by a really long nap. When I wake up either we'll be there or I won't be able to feel my legs...or both. Probably both.
Here we go.
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