The aisles are jammed and they cannot move to the very back to stow the bag.
Sure they can. Wait a little while and more than the weather will change.
Even if they could, when arriving at the destination, they would have to wait until everyone behind them go off the plane before making their way to the back to retrieve the bag. .
Sad to say, but somebody has to be last off of the plane.
(copied from a novel)
"David, you're in 10-B" Steve said as he gently nudged the nine year old into the appropriate row of seats while he himself followed and stood between David and the aisle. He bent down, "Scoot over to the window for a moment," he whispered.
Steve set David's suitcase in David's seat in the middle of the row and reached up to the luggage bin overhead. There was nobody seated anywhere nearby yet there was a large black wheeled suitcase in the luggage bin. Someone sitting further back in the plane must have decided to put his suitcase in one of the bins much further to the front. Furthermore the black suitcase was larger than the size allowed for the bin so it took up space that two other passengers could have used for their suitcases. Fiendishly, Steve reached into the bin, took that suitcase out, and set it on the floor behind David's seat. He put David's suitcase up in the bin, motioned David to his proper seat in the middle, and turned to face the aisle and find his own seat.
"Twenty six 'E' is mine," Steve said out loud to himself as he reached that row. Two boys about his other son's age, seven, were sitting in that seat group. Steve looked at the other boarding pass. It read "28E". "George, sit here." Steve pointed to the seat between the two seated boys. The boy sitting nearest the aisle got up and stood on his seat cushion while George squeezed past. Steve took the "miniature" roll-aboard suitcase George was dragging and put it in the bin overhead.
Steve continued two more rows back to where George's seat was. He saw a man, good sized, but not quite his size, wearing a short sleeved button down shirt with necktie, sitting in the window seat. For the moment he sat down in the aisle seat rather than his assigned seat next to it.
People continued to file past and were pushing and shoving suitcases in the bins overhead trying to make things fit. As the gate agent had announced, the plane filled up.
"Ding!" The PA system sounded off. "Passenger Daly please come forward." A flight attendant standing near David's seat some fifteen rows away started waving her hand side to side just above her head
"That's me." The man in the window seat next to Steve got up. Steve and the man assigned to the aisle seat squeezed out and stepped aside to the rear of the plane and the man from the window seat made his way forward.
"This must be your suitcase?" the flight attendant further up in the aisle said as the well dressed man approached.
"Who took it out?" Mr. Daly said quite loudly as he pointed to the now full luggage bin above David.
The flight attendant cut off Mr Daly. "You should have it back with you, not way up front."
"Could you put it in the closet behind the lav?"
Another flight attendant, a man, hearing the commotion, came up and stood behind the lady flight attendant talking to Mr. Daly.
"Sorry, that's full. You can take it back to your seat or I'll be happy to check it."