Call this a personal curiosity about Amtrak's coach seats in general, but...
I have no insight but I hate the lack of separation between seats.
I really don't recall having as many issues with personal space encroachment in the past as I do today.
Which is why I ALWAYS sit in an aisle seat.
I DO NOT want your body parts touching mine!
MEN - READ THIS!!!
Why in the hell do the majority of you sit with legs splayed out into the personal space of others??? :angry:
Why???? Pisses me off to no end and, honestly, I don't want to get confrontational about it.
If you're seated next to someone you're not friends/intimate with, please sit with your legs closed.
I've had this happen with EVERY male (with the exception of one - story below) on every train and my husband finally saw it with his own eyes at a concert this week. :angry:
I wound up smooshed as far as I could go next to my husband while mr. man sat entitled and splayed out in my personal space.
Seriously, it doesn't matter if your booty is in the seat, if your legs/knees are past the side edge of the seat, you're a rude @$%)#@!
Anyhoo
I've fantasized about designing a fan-like accoutrement that would fold up compactly and attach to the hard part between the seats somehow.
A big triangular piece of plexiglass would be better :lol:
Story: The only man that never encroached on my personal space on the train was my favorite seatmate ever.
It was on the CONO last spring.
I couldn't help but notice that when he sat down, he closed his legs and made himself compact.... weird.
We made some idle chit chat which wound up escalating into movies we liked (he recommended Eat Pray Love because I hadn't seen it) and more.
We shared stories of growing up in the mean streets of Chicago, me on the north side, him at the Robert Taylor Homes.
Then I had to ask... yep, he was an ex-con with a scary story but one of the nicest, people I've ever met and we had a great trip together.
Man, if it takes prison to teach personal space lessons, then we've got problems.