We just listed to the left on takeoff. No joke.
We were up at the Shakespeare Festival last weekend. Snagette pointed over to our left and said, "No way."
This woman had to go 485 and was about to try and squeeze those hips into a seat. Remember at the start of Nutty Professor, when Professor Klump gets called into the Dean's office for a conference, and he has to exhale about 5 seconds before his ass can get between the arms of the chair? I'm not sure if she was actually in the seat, or on top of it.
On a similar note, we were thankful it wasn't a sellout, and plenty of seats behind us. Not sure which one it was, maybe both, but this couple plops down right in front of us, and the body odor was so pungent, I got up and asked the usher to put us somewhere else. She did, and said that funk hit her on the way in too.
People, even in this economy, a bar of soap is just not that expensive. Get it. Use it!!!