Exactly right now.
I'm on the phone booking airplane tickets. It's been 45 minutes now. I'm listening to terrible music, full of static, while the agent is off doing what agents do. I've just been informed that what I've requested will take a couple of days and several departments to do.
So what do I want that's so difficult?
I'm buying myself a second seat.
I know that I'm big. I know that I need an extra seat. Everyone who flies on the plane with me will be glad that I bought a second seat. Every staff who works the plane will be pleased that they don't have to deal with any social issues about me trying to sit next to someone else.
I hear people yelling about fat people and how we should buy second seats.
But I got to tell you.
They make it really hard.
I want to be clear, though, I'm being dealt with in a courteous and even friendly manner. The agent is apologetic for the difficult process that my request has kicked into place.
We're still not done.
Over the course of writing this I've had to stop several times to answer questions.
And the cost of being different has me exhausted.
This should be easy. It's a seat. It's being paid for. One person is using them.
I get the urge, really get the urge, to say, 'to hell with it, it's not worth the effort.'
But it is.
I know that.
Excuse me while I go back to waiting.