Fit or not, I HATE the middle seat. Even after I paid NOT to have the middle seat once, I got stuck with it anyway. I complained and later got reimbursed by the airline. Anyway, I was still stuck in the middle during a 2-hour flight. I’m average and the seats are still miserable. I’m thankful I’m not tall. The woman in the window seat had her hair down. Not a huge deal, but when I fly, I put my hair up so it is not a nuisance to anyone, including myself. Her hair — wild, long, and frizzy, was practically in my face the entire trip. And she liked to flip her head a lot. This is the real reason they don’t allow scissors on a plane. Because if I had them, I would have eagerly clipped her locks. She was asking for it, tossing her massive coils of shedding hair all over me; tickling my ear, my cheek, my nose. Seriously, wasn’t situationally aware at all or just wanted to piss someone off. The guy on the other side; man-spreading and taking up my personal space and both armrests. Dude, get your left off me!