if you’re over six feet tall, you know exactly what i mean (i’m 6’3). i end up stuffing my right leg under the seat in front of me while my left leg intrudes into the legspace (foreign legspace?) of my unfortunate neighbor. it usually works out, except for the time when air france decided to place the 3 largest guys on the flight in the same row (6’1, 6’5, 6’3). one was a clean cut parisian visiting his girlfriend in antibes, the other a scraggly new yorker who runs major label relations at nokia.
at least i made new friends.
