I'm dating a living version of Popeye's Olive Oil - I was totally referring to the spillovers of strangers. As long as it's a one-sided spillover I'll just donate half stick girl's seat because she doesn't use it.
You should be able to share an armrest with a stranger. One elbow forward, one in back, 348. The seats at the Brady here in Tulsa are so small (small for me even and I'm not big) that at some point I'm just going to end up putting my arm around the big strange guy next to me and leaning my head on his shoulder for the sake of comfort. I mean who are we kidding - we're touching each other all night anyways, big strange sir. Let's just just cuddle up and stop the charade. At this point in my life I would have no shame in this.
However, if I were smaller I could see the benefits of Big McLargehuge offering up the fat mattress.