What do you think of this-obese win right to 2 airline seats for price of 1

by sir82 109 Replies latest jw friends

  • watson
    watson

    Boys?!?! I represent that!

  • beksbks
    beksbks

    You certainly do you young pup!

  • DJK
    DJK

    I haven't been on a plane in a long time. Don't they have double wide seats yet or do obese people stuff the chair arm right up their a$$?

    Maybe they should be prohibited from planes because they could obstruct aisle's if there were an emergency.

  • OnTheWayOut
    OnTheWayOut

    What do they do for people in wheelchairs?

    Are people in wheelchairs allowed on planes?

    I just never took notice?

    They accomodate as best they can. They will transfer the
    person to a narrow wheel chair that fits in the plane and transfer
    the person to a seat. They load them first and take them out
    last to minimize embarassment and congestion.

    If the person is in too much pain to be transferred like that-
    personal wheelchair to airline wheelchair to airplane seat and
    then back again later- then they really should not be flying.

    I have heard of some airlines upgrading to first class for free in
    order to accomodate the transfer, but I bet it ain't so common.

  • Finally-Free
    Finally-Free

    I'm overweight but would never need 2 seats. However, I would gladly pay double fare if it would keep me from having sit next to an ignorant piece of shit, such as some of those who have posted on this thread.

    W

  • John Doe
    John Doe
    Hmmm I was going to say that was nonesense, unfair, yadda yadda yadda, until I started to think of it from Doe's point of view. If you look at it as accommodating the rest of the passengers instead of the fat guy, it's actually a good thing.

    One of the first things we learned in law school is that how you frame an issue often determines an outcome. It's also easy to get people worked up when you frame a question or issue for that purpose.

  • watson
    watson

    Too cerebral for me, I'm going back to the Palin thread.

  • hillbilly
    hillbilly

    Next time I fly I will buy the next seat and fly with a box of chickens. I will let ya know how far I get with that plan.

    If you take up the space you owe for it. Sorry... I know some big folks are obese from factors not under their control but space is space. You can let a toddler ride on your lap for free... but pay to place his car-seat in the next seat over.

    Canada.....

    Hill

  • John Doe
    John Doe
    Next time I fly I will buy the next seat and fly with a box of chickens. I will let ya know how far I get with that plan.

    If you take up the space you owe for it. Sorry... I know some big folks are obese from factors not under their control but space is space. You can let a toddler ride on your lap for free... but pay to place his car-seat in the next seat over.

    Canada.....

    Hill

    So, would you be all right for charging for fare by the pound? What if the airlines started using smaller seats so they could charge you for two? What if they molded them to fit the average sized sixth grader? At what point do you draw the line?

  • AGuest
    AGuest

    that the Most Holy One of Israel does not judge us by our outward appearance! If that were the case I, for one, would be condemned for all eternity!

    I know heavy people that are some of the most kind-hearted... and intelligent... people on the planet. My son is one of them. He is 6'3.5" and weighs about 280. He did not start out big (he weighed 7.2 lbs. at birth); he had a very traumatic, almost fatal illness when he was 10 and things just kinda took off after that. Does he eat a lot? Surprisingly, no. In fact, his 5'1", 99 lb. sister often eats more than he does (my 5.0" 97 lb. niece-in-law certainly does!). He is also one the quietest, yet humorous people I know (he does stand-up comedy from time to time). He stayed with us for a few months a year or so ago and my husband was shocked because he could rarely tell is my son was home - big as he is, my son moves like a panther - virtually no noise whatsoever. He learned how to live "quietly" from fielding the jokes he withstood as a kid.

    He's also very smart: he skipped 1st and 7th grades, and graduated 3 months after turning 16. At 26, he is a motivational speaker/educator trainer - he trains school officials, faculty, guidance counselors, and staff of community-based organizations to speak with, motivate, and work with middle and high school students on the subjects of drug, alcohol, and tobacco abuse, teen pregnancy, abstinence, gang activity, community involvement and leadership, and environmental responsibility. He has held a job since he was 14, starting out as a youth peer counselor for at-risk kids from East Palo Alto (one of the worst cities for crime, etc., in California).

    Along with that, he is Vice President of an event promotion company he formed with 4 of his fraternity brothers when he was 20 years old. They regular plan and promote events in the Greater Sacramento, San Jose and Fresno areas. In 1999, he received an award from the California State Senate for his accomplishments in mentoring youth (I can't tell you how many "stray" children my son brought home after the kid had either been beat, abandoned, thrown out, caught up in gang crap, heartbroken, or whathave you).

    As a result of his GREAT personality... which hugely overshadows his bulk... my son pretty much travels with an entourage. When he comes to visit, he never comes with less than 3-4 other young men and/or women (and most often, they are different folks), all of whom are college-educated, all of whom have jobs, all of whom are utterly respectful of him, me, my husband and my home, and all of whom love him. Dearly.

    Last year, one of his original business partners and friends collapsed and died... at age 27... due to a brain aneurism. My son was with him when he went down... when he tried to get back up... and when he died. It was THE most traumatic thing he had every experienced. I knew from the tone in his voice when he called me while they were trying to resuscitate the young man. My son took it hard and grieved; however, the rest of the group (about 35 young people) took it even harder... and it was my son who kept them together. It was he that talked many of them through it... putting his own grief on the back shelf because, as he said to me, "Mom, they need me, right now. I can grieve later." I helped him with his... so that he could help them with theirs.

    And when my son flies... he tries to do it first class... to the extent he can afford to do so (which is not as often as he'd like).. so that he doesn't "offend" morons like you. And, yes, I said "morons." If the shoe fits...

    MY truth is that it angers me... to NO end... that some of you here have the opinions you have of "fat" people. And it saddens me SO greatly that your sight is so, well, short-sighted... that you consider the "greatness" of a person based on what you can see with your eyes... and the "unacceptableness" on what others have told you. You decry the WTBTS for judging you... even when you have sinned... and yet, judge others for absolutely NO reason at all, other than what you perceive to be a flaw because it doesn't fit with your... well, particular "taste" in physical appearance.

    Get over yourselves. My son is not only clean, but always well-groomed. Always. Weekly trip to the barber shop, always manicured, clothes pressed and creased. He is a professional. He is unmarried... and has no children. He has a job. Actually, two. Two GOOD jobs. He is respectful and caring. A loving son. A good brother. An excellent friend. And a member of the Body of Christ (yes, he eats and drinks - he was baptized in the WTBTS at age 10, just after his recovery. He since redid his vows to God, between him and Christ, alone.)

    I fear for you, truly. Because, as my Lord prophesied, you say, "I am rich, and increased with goods, and have need of nothing. But you don't know that you are wretched, and miserable, and pititable, and poor, and blind... and naked."

    Better a fat person who is "clothed"... with love... and therefore seeing... than a skinny person who walks around buck-naked and blind... and doesn't even know it. I exhort you: cleanse the inside of your own miserable "cup"... before you go about point fingers at the outside of another's.

    Peace.

    A slave of Christ, who has been granted the MERCY of being able to "see" that it is what is on the INSIDE of a man that counts... not what is on the onside,

    SA

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