I used to like the window seat: a view, a headrest and a leg rest on the side in some planes - due to short legs. But the more flights and longer routes I started taking I discovered the aisle seat was much better.

Again due to being vertically challenged my feet don't comfortably reach the floor, so I tend to sit cross legged, this also means my legs get sore and cramp up. So I like to walk around a lot. Plus there is that bathroom thing.

So for long flights its aisle all the way, but for short flights of 3hrs or less I like the window.

Trekker

When I was a kid (and shorter) I loved the window. In first class I'll still take the window (assuming the person next to me doesn't try to flow, blob-like, into my seat). But then I grew. And grew. And grew. Now I like exit rows if I can get them, so I can walk when I get off the plane, or aisles, so I at least have the option of *trying* to straighten my legs. And just to avoid the possibility of spending *hours* wedged between two people, I always ask for seat C. It's never yet not been an aisle.

And I swear, on a huge pile of booze, that United thinks only really really short people fly coach to Australia/ NZ. 12 hours is 11.45 too long to spend with your knees mashed into the seat in front of you.

j.

I prefer the aisle because I have a fear of heights. That doesn't necessarily mean I'm afraid to fly, but it makes me nervous looking out the window during take-off (for some reason, it doesn't bother me when we land - I think it's because we're getting closer to solid ground). If I'm ever stuck in a window seat, I always keep the shade down so I don't accidentally look out at the nothingness between me and the ground.

That's interesting, because I don't like flying much but find that sitting by the window is actually reassuring (in the 'yes, we're still airborne and the wing's still attached' kind of way)

Given this, I always choose a window seat even though I'd like to walk around and feel bad about bothering my fellow passengers. Flying upstairs in a jumbo was eery though, because there is a space between the seat and the window which was somehow disconcerting. The whole damn plane felt too big to fly, something I never noticed when sitting downstairs.

I honestly do prefer a window seat but it isn't for the reason that I want to be able to look out the window etc....I sleep on planes, I sleep a LOT! I generally go long haul and on flights from Manchester to Singapore I can sleep around 10 of the 14 hours without waking up (usually I'm asleep before takeoff) so I dont want to be bothered by people wanting to get out of their seats....this also has the added advantage that I dont suffer from jetlag

I'll sit anywhere, as long as it's next to a cute guy.

But seriously, I much prefer the aisle just because it's easier to get up and move around. I hate stepping over people to go to the bathroom. On shorter flights, though, the window is the best, especially if I already have my carry-on stuff with me, and don't have to worry about getting it out of the overhead.

I generally prefer window but if I hate having to make people move to get up. I have done the stepping over sleeping people by using armrests and whatnot. I've so far been successful at not waking people up but have had the terrifying thought of "If this person woke up right now this could be a bit embarrassing". I try to time my potty breaks with those of the middle and/or aisle folk, if possible it makes things easier.

Once while in an exit row, window seat I got stuck in some sort of cold air vortex. I was recovering from the flu and grumpy so I wasn't real chatty with my seatmates who were very attractive guys in their late 20's, obviously buddies. I couldn't figure out why my seat was so frickin blustery cold but it was a short flight so I decided to try to suck it up. I was wearing only a t-shirt with my sweater in the overhead bin. The very nice guy next to me looks over and sees me shivering, asks if I'm cold to which I say well, uh yeah but i didn't want to disturb you guys. Then he makes his buddy in the aisle get up so he can get my backpack for me and then put it back after I get my sweater. Wow, I thought, what a nice dude! Ten minutes later, still shivering, its like my seat alone is getting blasted. Nice guy next to me looks over at me then looks up and starts checking all the air venty things he can find (I already turned mine off). He turns off his and his friend's then turns around to the seat behind us. There was a bitchy woman sitting back there and I figured her air vent was blowing on me but also figured the cold air might be better than having to talk to her. He looks at her and asks very nicely to either turn the vent off or at least point it away from our row. She did and he turned around and went back to his magazine. He was also super helpful when the flight attendant came by with snacks/drinks and when we were leaving he got my bag down for me and allowed me to leave in front of him and his friend.

Needless to say by the end of the flight I had a huge crush on him. And of course, I remembered my manners and thanked him profusely.

Gotta go with aisle seat. That's one less armrest I have to fight over.

Exit row, because I'm tall. I don't really think there's an advantage to being in that row in the case of an emergency. It's probably more likely the people sitting there would just get trampled by the rest of the passengers. But an emergency, especially one where you'll even have a chance to escape, is so unlikely I don't even consider it.

Do you guys know that Stone Philipps met his wife on a plane, he sat next to her.

This dude.

Sorry for the typo. I don't know how to spell Phillips, I guess. I'm spelling it like Philippines.

Did you notice that? Pretty cool, huh, a travel related mistake.

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I'll sit anywhere, as long as it's next to a cute guy.

I'll be in the air heading back to USA this April....look out for me....

Definately an aisle seat and preferable the exit row. I avoid the middle seat as the plague, since with my bad luck I usually end up with a screaming child on one side and a drunk guy on the other side

Aisle seat on the right hand side of the airplane or an exit row! (I have had four surgeries on my left knee and I like to stretch it out)