The very definition of personal space puts our comfort zone at 27.5 inches on each side of us, When we board airplanes our comfort zone is greatly reduced, generally to about 10 inches. I boarded a plan from Charlottetown to Halifax, a quick jump, so dealing with the personal space wasn't really such a big deal, unless you are sitting next to "the big deal" Not necessarly a tall man, but it did seem that his testicles must have been the size of bowling balls has he found it almost impossible to keep his legs closed, or perhaps he just enjoyed the personal touch of my leg, he also seemed to have a problem with his elbows as I found them firmly placed into "my seat space" the zone seperated by the arm rest. His stomach rolled out over his belt like a beachball looking for a place to rest.
If you're going to fly, respect the rules of zones, arm rest is neutral. if you cross that neutrel zone you are invading the personal zone.
Respect the zone.
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