Without sounding full of myself, I am a good traveller. I travel light, I wear my socks more than once and I have one carry on bag.
That bag is a blue fabric with gold fleur-de-lis on it. And yes, I did get it France many years ago. It goes on every trip with me. It has my shawl, because it always cold on an airplane and I don't like to use the blankets that might be provided. A little pouch with stuff to freshen up with. Another little pouch that holds my cables for my electronics. My kindle. My Ipad. Sometimes a travel pilllow. And then I have enough room for my pocket book.
One bag. It fits perfectly under my seat and I put my feet on it. Since I am pretty short, this makes my trip a bit more comfortable.
So, here I am the traveller that follows the rules. Small carry on that I can put under my seat. I leave the overhead to all those people that bring their "carry-ons" that take up most of the overhead compartment.
So last night, my beloved and I get on a plane at SFO, bound for North Carolina. I am in the middle seat, because in addition to being a good traveller that followes the rules, I am a considerate travel mate and take the middle seat.
Imagine my surprise when my carry on does not fit under the seat! What is up with that? I contort my body and look under the seat. There is a metal box attached to the seat in front of me that will not allow me to put my bag under my seat!
So after grabbing my kindle I have to find overhead space. Plane is full. Roller bags fill every space and I am not happy. I find a spot and a man helps me move things around and my bag fits up there. I sit back down and settle in. Realizing, great now I have nothing. No glasses, no shawl, no fucking nothing. My beloved gets up and gets my pillow.
Fuck, where am I going to put my feet? This lead to most unconfortable flight I have ever been on. After bitching about it here, I am off to the Delta web site to complain. Not that I think it will do any good, but because it might make feel better.