Here’s to You

Here’s to you, Morbidly obese Flying Mexican Woman
Morbidly obese Mexican flying woman!!!
Yes, Mrs. Morbidly obese Mexican flying woman. While all hope to have a row to ourselves, we nearly announces that there is a bomb on the plane when we see that we have been seated next to you.
Damnit, that’s a lot of latina!
As I attempt to slide into my seat, I realize there is not much left, due to your many layers hanging over into my area.
Yo quero armrest!
It is made known to all how truly large you are when you ring your call buzzer and ask for an extension to your seatbelt. But only I know the true story as you ask me to buckle you in, because you cannot reach your sides to fasten the belt.
Pinchi gringo, fasten me in, Yo soy Mexicana T-Rex!
As I reach around you, praying i can keep from laughing or losing my lunch, I try to find my happy place, only to be awoken by a nightmare-ish thought…
“Oh god, was that a role I just fastened in or a boob!?!”
As I try to escape the horror that is sitting next to you, I watch my Engine Fluid Dynamics lecture on my laptop, just to be elbowed by you to complain that you cant read what the professor is writing on the board
“Mexicana T-Rex no habla Engine Fluid Dynamics!”
So, here’s to you, Mrs. Morbidly obese Mexican flying woman, your swollen cankles, your shoes which are far exceeding their weight capacity, and the fire department it must’ve taken to get you out of your house.
Morbidly obese Mexican flying woman!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!