Now...I had the opposite happen that was just as bad.
I was the last person boarded one time and the attendant told me to take any leftover seat. I saw two...one next to a fat guy, middle of the row. The other was an aisle seat next to a little Indian guy. I mean, he was small, like kid size.
I thought, I'll sit next to the little guy on the aisle...pefect.
I shortly regretted that decision. The Indian guy reeked of curry. And it was warm on the plane and we had a long wait on the tarmac before being cleared to take off. Oh god....did he stink. The only saving grace was that it was a short east coast flight. I would've been better off next to the fat guy for an hour instead of being next to stinky.