The Dude I'll Call Biff

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Travel observation. I am a big guy (tall, broad and just a little wide) and fill my seat. I try to be aware of my size in close quarters as it can be intimidating to some and even may appear sometimes rude to others. When flying I try to be as accommodating as possible with crew and fellow passengers and I generally follow the rules...for the most part. Not always successful but I usually try.

Today I was lucky enough to get upgraded to first class. Aisle seat. I boarded first, stowed my bag and got situated while others also boarded. Now, there is nothing more annoying to me in these situations then someone coming in with large and/or multiple carry ons who believe it is their right to move your stuff to accommodate their stuff. Today, here comes Biff. I called him Biff because he reminds me of Biff Tannen (after he makes his fortune gambling).

Big guy. Not quite as tall as me and in far worse shape, sixtiesh. Slicked back, thinning grey hair, beer gut, gold bracelet, Levis that are too tight, exposing his belly not quite covered by his velour pullover and fake Italian loafers with no socks. And of course with a cheap looking carryon along with a computer bag which he figured he could just put in the luggage bin by moving others' stuff around to make it more convenient for him.

This time he did not move mine but I could see the look on the face of the guy across from me who was being inconvenienced by this guy. We are sitting in the row behind Biff. Just after the door was closed my fellow annoyed traveler winked at me, devilishly got up and moved his bag back and shifted Biff's bag to the next bin.

This is going to be fun to watch when we land. Biff the bully is going to be annoyed, I do believe.

Biff, get some manners.

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