I wanted to share a quick story from my flight back from Fort Lauderdale last week: The woman in front of me was sitting in the window seat next to her husband. She was a bit agitated and kept standing up and looking around at the other passengers near here. It was clear she was hoping a different seat would open up. I was able to piece this together because she said to her husband, in full voice, "I CALLED THE AIRLINE AND TOLD THEM I WAS ON A DIURETIC AND THAT I NEEDED AN AISLE SEAT. HOW AM I GOING TO BE ABLE TO GO TO THE BATHROOM FROM HERE?" If that doesn’t sum up a Fort Lauderdale to Newark flight, I don’t know what does.