A Letter

Dear Short-But-Broad Dude in the Middle Seat,

I completely understand that it's no fun to fly in the middle seat. I'm in the window and have comparatively more room from left to right, so I'm willing to concede the entire armrest that we share to you. But the second that your elbow touches my waist, all bets are off. I'm not a small woman, but I have small waist, and when you're touching it, it means that you have overstepped your boundaries by quite a lot. Either fork over $100 or stay in your space. And please, please, please, for the love of Mike, cut back on the garlic consumption.

Love you, mean it,

Catherine