The worst part of my plane ride home was the right seating. I had to squeeze my legs inward to fit between 2 other passengers, it was 3 hours of cbt more b than c, they're big, I'm big, my knees were wedged into the seat ahead of me, somehow I ended up in the final boarding group so I looked like a pervert adjusting my package as I sat (I wasn't about to sit on my nuts though). Both of them somehow got pined between my legs until the guy next to me left to use the restroom. -praise the fsm!!! ramen!- at that point I didn't care of I looked like I was playing with myself, the boys were no longer getting crushed.