Thank you
I want to send a very special thanks to the young (old) lovely (hideous) woman in seat 18D on last night’s West Palm Beach-bound flight for deeming an egg salad dinner appropriate to share with her 160 passengers on a 2.5 hour flight.
The smell brought me back to college fraternity days, after a house full of guys consumed nothing but Jreck’s pepperoni subs for four days and then decided to leave the bathroom door opens, windows closed, and then cranked the heat on its maximum setting.
I’d rather huff sulfuric acid.
Your incessant gopher-like head-swivel-look-around to see if anyone noticed if the smell was repulsively overpowering was a nice touch, by the way.
Yes. We noticed.
