I can't say that I was too keen on spending two days flying for one day of meetings, but for three of the four flight legs, I ended up with an empty seat next to me.  In one of those instances, there was an empty seat at the bulkhead - the stewardess came to my row to pick someone to move to the bulkhead.  But instead of asking the big guy in the middle seat whose knees were firmly pressed against the back of the seat in front of him - a.k.a. me - she took the short, petite woman sitting in the aisle seat up to the bulkhead, so we could "have room to spread out".  Except that there was no one in the middle seat in front of me, and the person in the aisle seat in the row in front of us had already put his seat all the way back, so I couldn't have moved there anyway.

On the last leg of the trip - Dallas to Seattle, a man was in the middle seat in front of me, between his two young sons.  When he tried to put the seat back, he immediately ran into my knees.  But rather than say something or turn around to see what the problem was, he instead leaned forward and then threw his body into trying to force the seat back.  Of course, the neuropathy in my lower legs didn't like that.  He ended up switching seats with one of his kids.

Like my just ended Dayton trip, I took American Airlines on this trip.  But whereas two of the three legs of the Dayton trip on regular jets had plenty of legroom, none of the four legs on this trip did.  Same airlines, flights within just a few weeks of each other.