Traveling with China Airlines as a tall person
I flew with you for the first and last time today, and I want you to know exactly why you’ve lost me for good.
Twelve hours from Vancouver to Taiwan. Somewhere over the Pacific, I asked politely if I could move to an exit row. Not an upgrade. Not a different cabin. Just an exit row seat that was sitting completely empty, along with every other exit row in front of me. Not a single person was in any of them.
You said no. Then you told me that if I wanted the “privilege” of that empty seat, I’d have to hand over more than $250 US. I explained, calmly, that I physically don’t fit in your standard seats. I’m tall. You looked at a grown man in visible discomfort, looked at rows of empty seats, and chose the money.
So let me make sure I understand your policy. If someone is overweight, they can get two free seats. But because I’m tall, something no amount of exercise or dieting will ever change, I get to suffer? That is a shameful double standard and you should be embarrassed by it.
I spent the rest of that twelve hour flight in real pain, cramped and aching, staring at empty seats you refused to let me use. There was no cost to you. There was no reason for it. You just didn’t care.