Honesty hour: this seatbelt extender is one of the pushes I needed to look into surgery. I was going from Chicago to Las Vegas via Salt Lake City for a bachelorette weekend for a friend. I traveled for work a lot, and always fly Delta. The seatbelts are super hit or miss. Sometimes they fit. Sometimes they don’t. If they don’t, I keep a jacket or something in my lap and no one has ever asked or bothered me about it. I’m self conscious already and always uncomfortable in flights anyway. I carry a lot of my weight in my thighs and hips, making plane seats a tight fit.
Well, on my little regional jet from Chicago to SLC serviced by some random airline, the stewardess noticed me messing with the seatbelt, offered me the extender (kindly) and came back to check on me later to see if it was buckled. I. WAS. MORTIFIED. She checked multiple times throughout the flight to make sure I was buckled and I was so uncomfortable. I know it’s her job but I felt she was menacing on purpose. Who knows. Once the flight was over, I felt weird leaving it in the seat and uncomfortable handing it back so I tossed it in my purse thinking I could at least use it again. I traveled with it in my bag a few more times but work luckily took me off the road so not a concern for now.
I’m grateful for my sleeve and looking forward to being able to travel and not have anxiety about who I’m sitting next to. Watching people walk down the aisle hoping the seat stays empty or someone thin sits down so I’m not touching them.
Future for sure!