Went on a business trip to Australia a few years ago with a fellow who is 6’6" tall… the poor guy had a window seat on the LA-Melbourne leg. At least he was able to arrange for a bulkhead seat on the return flight.
We actually found a house we liked without having to do anything to it for the first five years or so… finally had to take down the wallpaper in the bathroom because it was starting to peel off the walls.
Leftover pizza with a teenage boy in the house? That would never happen, unless he intentionally saved it for today.