I understand that I’m not a small person — but really – the seats in planes were obviously designed to only accommodate the hips of skinny 14-year-old boys!
My first flight today illustrated this fact all too clearly. It was a small plane and the seats were obviously designed by someone who had never seen a normal size person. I squeezed into my seat, hugged my knees to my chest (because there wasn’t any leg room) and waited to take off. There really wasn’t any need for a seat belt because I was stuffed so tight into the seat, nothing short of a crowbar was going to get me out of that seat! Since my flight was so early (5:45 am), I fell asleep despite starting to lose feeling in my right hip – sometimes exhaustion overcomes pain!
When I awoke approximately 2 hours later, not only had I lost feeling in my right hip, but I was pretty sure that I had a permanent indentation in my left hip – and I could no longer feel my legs below my knees. I started worrying about how I was going to get out of my seat when we pulled into terminal – was I going to have to ask the stewardess (who, by the way, only weighed about 100 pounds soaking wet) to yank on my arms until I popped out of the seat? Or possibly that burly gentleman I passed on my way down the aisle — no, that probably wouldn’t work, since he was probably in the same predicament. Time was getting short – I had to think of something. Possibly if I could start wiggling a little bit, I could jiggle my way out of my seat. So, I started flexing one butt cheek and then the other (yes – I still have some muscles there!) – and pretty soon, I started feeling like my butt was moving a little — I could feel the blood starting to flow into my hips and then soon into my calves and ankles. Luckily, I was not sitting next to anyone — it was one of those planes that had two seats on one side and one seat on the other – I was in the one seat. The people across the aisle were a young couple who had lifted the arm so they were sitting next to each other – no problems there!
As we pulled into the terminal I breathed a sigh of relief – relief that I was going to be able get out of my seat, relief that there probably wasn’t any permanent damage due to lack of blood supply to my extremities – and relief that no one noticed me squirming for the last 10 minutes! Now if I could just remember to duck as I stood up – and walk hunched over out of the plane — maybe I wouldn’t get a concussion to add to my maladies for the day!