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[Dave]

While there is considerably arrogance and “class†snobbery in our culture, in India, it is huge. On a return flight from there I took my seat next to the aisle. Boarding from the front and rear doors led to a lot of seat finding confusion by the locals. From my left was an extremely rotund Mrs green sari and from my right an equally rotund Mrs blue sari. They needed to pass each other. Bodyweight being a sign of wealth they are both pretty equal and neither are prepared to give way. An outbreak of vociferous Hindi is supported by massive pointing, shoving and arm waving. Nope, they are going to squeeze by with neither of them prepared to give way. Trouble is, the sum of their midriff diameters is greater than the width of the isle and it's happening right by my head. The abuse gets louder and the shoving gets more frenzied. Like a hippo giving birth to twins there's a plop and they are past. Mrs blue sari takes her seat all composed and demure one row in front and to the right of me. After a while in the air dinner is served. Hah ! Mrs blue sari can't lower her table (mounted on the seat in front) as her belly is so big the table will only come down to 450 The food tray arrives but slides down and is wedging itself against the back of the seat in front. So full of etiquette she balances the tray between the table and her naval but her knockers are so big she can't see where the food is. Delicately holding her plastic fork with her little finger in the air, she scoffs the lot. But wait, here are the drinks, she doesn't want to miss out. Is she going to wedge the cup in the folds of her flab ? No it's wedged in the angle of the table and seat back what a fakir she's turning out to be.