I fly, as a passenger, two, three, four or more legs a week for my Real Job…and I’m of nominal height and weight for a US male…and it’s gotten to the point that I feel it’s dangerous. While I have to travel for my job (and can’t wait to retire next year so I don’t have to unless I want to subject myself to the indignity and abuse of commercial flying), I can’t help but wonder HOW in the hell you’re going to evacuate this cigar tube when you can’t even stand up straight and have to twist yourself into a pretzel to move from seat A to the aisle, let alone doing it during a panic situation when every Karen’s going to want to try and pull their 45 lb roll-on out of the overhead.
I get the revenue enhancement part of cramming as many souls onboard as you possibly can, but at some point, to what end? If given a choice within a 500 - 1000 mile radius, and I’m not on a tight schedule, I’ll drive if I have the time, fly myself (a 172 does just fine), or, as an absolute last resort, stand in line for my group to board. But that is only as a last resort.