Girth (probably my 5th post on this topic)

The lady who chose to sit beside me tonight, bless her overtaxed heart, is so crammed in her seat that her arms are heaving in rhythm with her chest. Her right arm is taking my left arm with her. So we go up and down ... up and down (before you comment, I'm no toothpick) ... up and down.

I feel like I'm in a very small kayak.
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