Last time I flew, I had to sit next to this obese bearded A-rab who smelled like a campfire and kept mumbling under his breath. I recall his girl friend smelled like a carp.
“Last time I flew, I had to sit next to this obese bearded A-rab who smelled like a campfire and kept mumbling under his breath. I recall his girl friend smelled like a carp.”
I had that happen on the channel train on a trip from London to Brussels. This guy smelled so bad that my eyes watered and my nose burned. I’ve smelled summer roadkill that was not as bad as this guy.
Everyone moved their seats away from him.