One leg at a time

One flight down, one to go. I am getting to Honolulu like I put on my pants- one leg at a time. I had the distinct pleasure of sitting next to someone with extremely wide shoulders and no consideration for the personal space needs of other people on the way from Dallas to Phoenix.

I hope I have a much smaller and much more self-aware neighbor on this flight, since it's three times as long as the one I just finished. 

Granted, this is a pretty first-world problem. I'll look around here at gate A6 for a while and try to decide who would be a good seat-neighbor until it's time to board, then we're all off on a plane to try to land on a small dot of land in the middle of a very large ocean.