As I sat in my seat waiting, I made myself busy by looking out the window at the men ruff up the luggage a little. Its always awkward to be coming down the isle while everyone looks at you with big eyes wondering if you will be their seat partner. You are always unaware if its a look of rejection or acceptance until you sit down. The plane is filling up quickly as I say a quick prayer: “Jesus, short, skinny and not smelly.” Its always my luck that the huge, tall or stinky guys sit down next to me. They see me with a twinkle with delight in their eye knowing this is gonna be a roomy flight. I never have enough nerve to say something, everytime I get an overflowing body part from the seat next to me that they did not pay for that part of my seat. If they did, Id love to know where my refund is as I get elbowed in the shoulder for no good reason. Not only does the sit next to me not get filled but the three seats across the isle where also empty. An odd character whos ticket number does not match the empty row next to me sits himself in the middle of them. I look away before I can no longer keep my facial expression to myself. When I believe the doors of the plane have been locked shut I hear a man tell our odd character friend that he is in their seats. A sweet family of four quickly take their seats, the man next to me. I thank Jesus for answering my traveling prayer as I turn to the window and smile.