Through my experience traveling, I’ve come to learn some – though certainly not everything- about the benefits, challenges, and downright unpleasantries of traveling as a super sized individual.
The Good:
- The seas of people in congested areas (airports, cruise ports, crowded streets, etc.) part when I walk through. Virtually no one even attempts to play a game of chicken with me; it’s self evident he or she will likely lose – and badly – when I’m moving with purpose. The best place for anyone to be in a crowded area is in my wake.
- My size, combined with my severe affliction of RBF, very often elicits second thoughts from those that may be prone to start any sort of altercation.
- My height makes it easier to see what’s going on around me. Being tall means I can see over the vast majority of normal people. And the wide berth people tend to give me makes seeing where I’m going a hell of a lot easier.
The Bad:
- I just don’t fit everywhere. Every trip, I need to figure out if I’m going to fit in the plane, train, or automobile. Planes, especially on domestic flights, can be a real challenge.
- Being a big person means my clothes take up more room in general, which means more luggage for longer trips.
- There is no such thing as disappearing into a crowd. Anyone can find me if they want. Which means I may be an easy mark for pickpockets or anyone who thinks I won’t be able to catch them.
The Ugly:
- Seatbelt extension belts. It’s supremely embarrassing to have to add a an extra foot or so to my plane belt.
- The middle seat. No matter how small I try to make myself, the people next to me are going to end up with a little bit of Bobby spilling over into their seas.
- Overpriced food is super annoying to everyone. I often find myself a bit peckish before or after a flight. And paying for food in the airport or really anywhere not planned, I’ll end up overspending.
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