To that one guy on the plane.

To that one guy on the plane

It’s happened to all of us, we get on that crowded plane, sit in that un-comfy seat by the window just hoping  that by some astronomical chance you will have someone who you know sit by you.

Sadly this doesn’t happen, sure there is that one person who by some miracle sits next to some random person he/she knows but that is unlikely. Instead of your friend Taylor, or Tina sitting next to you; you get that one big guy… no big deal you don’t mind its not like he is a bad person or anything, then he sits down you realize you underestimated Buh-buh’s size so in fact now because of that slight miscalculation you are squished up against the window praying for your life that, that giant hunk of tissue doesn’t fall asleep and squish you further into oblivion. Once the plane takes off you realize that even though all your limbs have fallen asleep you can last that 4 hour flight until you smell Buh-buh on accident your nose curls because of that putrid smell of a man that is sweaty and hasn’t showered in weeks, you turn your head to see if anyone else can smell that odor but to your dismiss you can’t see past Buh Buh’s belly.  Then the concession stand thing which holds the drinks comes by, you realize that despite that horrid smell you are still craving that 10 dollar sandwich when the flight attendant stops at your isle she asks BUh-buh if he wants to buy anything, of course he orders something, you let out a squeak to try and get your meal the flight attendant looks at you with sad eyes and you then order. What do you know it’s actually a good meal in a plane for once right before you take a bite you look over at Buh-buh and realize he hasn’t only eaten all his food but is sleeping; your worst fear is about to become a reality, you are about to die of suffocation by a 600 pound man.   You eat your food and let one tear roll down your cheek.  You then sacrifice the rest of you plane trip praying that by some chance Buh-buh will shrink to an average person’s size.

The question is, have you ever talked to a Buh-buh? Maybe he is about to go get surgery to fix his weight problem, maybe he/she has an eating disorder that makes them have to eat who cows to feel full. Maybe they are having a bad day already and are just hoping the seat they sit next to is empty so they don’t hurt another life. What I ask is next time you have to sit next to a Buh Buh instead of crying out in fright or running away, you should try and communicate to them even though their outward appearance mte be the farthest reaches of human figure, they are still people too; they deserve our respect and kindness and if you end up talking to one of this individuals I bet you learn something new about yourself and you learn to appreciate your life more…

I want to thank all the Buh Buhs I’ve had to sit with on planes or in other places, I wish you all a fantastic life with much happiness.