Flying Southwest is always an adventure. It's every man for himself, and once you sit down, PLEASE don't let someone who smells, or is chatty, or fat, or worse, sit next to you. On the flight out, Allie and I lucked out, and got the first two seats so we had leg room. There was a man, a boy, a manboy sitting in the window seat, but I didn't really notice him at first. He didn't make a peep.
Half way through the flight I noticed he was reading something, I craned my neck as casually as possible as Allie was telling me a story. He was reading The Weider System of Bodybuilding, and it looks like this:
and inside there are lots of snappy pictures like this:
To make things even more awesome, I looked down to see that he was wearing shower slippers, much like these ones:
Also he weighed less than Allie, who probably weighs 100 lbs. Other people are a mystery to me.