I was flying with a very heavy set male flight attendant about 4 months ago. When we did the Lav-swap, I was talking to him while raiding the forward galley. The conversation went like this:
Me: So how's it going back here, everything good?
Him: Eh, all right.
Me: You seem like something is bothering you. What's up?
Him: I just found out yesterday that I caught diabetes.
Me: Uhhhh...well I'm sorry to hear that (while looking away and trying to stifle laghter)
What I was THINKING: Really, big guy? You caught diabetes? Like somebody who had it sneezed and then didn't wash their hands? REALLY? You think it had nothing to do with eating as much as you do or your lack of exercise?
I'm 6'6. More often then not I get stuck in the middle seat in the back of the airplane when I'm non-reving and I don't bitch about it. It's just a fact of life that airplane seats don't offer a lot of legroom and it's way better than sitting in a car for hours. Because you know what else are small? Pretty much all of my friends cars and about every car I can afford to rent. Again, it's doesn't bother me because it's not like I was 5'5" when I went to bed and when I got up this morning the world seems so tiny. I don't really even notice unless they guy in front of me gets a running start to recline his seat. The only thing that sorta does irritate me is in the unlikely event I DO get an exit row seat, some little 5'5" dude sits down next to me and tells me how much he needs the exit row because he feels cramped in normal seat. Then I tell him "Wow, really? You think you really NEED the room? Is it because you pushing 5 and a half feet tall and these seats aren't meant for big guys like you?" They either get embarrassed or indignant. Either way, I don't care. It's not like they're going to change.