I'm not really Less (flying edition)

Steve and I fly back between Birmingham, Alabama (where I live) and Jacksonville, Florida (where Steve lives) on a regular basis. The flight is usually around an hour long and it’s fairly cheap with Southwest. Sounds dandy right? Personally I don't mind flying but I feel bad for the other travelers. I am horrible to sit next to for so many reasons. See I am 6'4 345 pounds, I wear a size 60 coat and a 15 shoe. I am large, sweaty and I evangelize about macs to all the pc laptopers around me. I am "that guy," the person no one wants to sit next to. I realize this, so I apologize as I bump everyone's elbows as I lumber down the isle of the plane. Traveling Tip: Steve informed me that when the flight attendant asks you for your drink order to specify you want a “can” of coke, not just “coke.” This seemingly small word will entitle you to a whole can of coke; not just a shot of coke in a miniature cup filled with ice.