Posted on 10/11/2009 1:41:57 PM PDT by JoeProBono
My husband and I flew out of Nashville in August 2007. One nearby passenger was wearing a wool turtleneck sweater and corduroy pants - in August. In Tennessee. This man was literally soaked in sweat and reeked of b.o.
Even better, the young man sitting next to me was dressed fully in black attire and — no joke — reading The Communist Manifesto. He finished it before we landed.
I takes a very stiff drink for me to get on the plane these days.
What gets my goat is passengers who sneeze w/o covering their noses and then you feel the tiny droplets hit your skin. Also those who have just ingested a heavy, garlic-laden meal and their breath reeks of it. I hate flying/airports and not because of fear!
Nearly two decades past, one leg of a Chicago to Los Angeles flight found me seated behind and one over from a 30-something guy who was continually plucking hairs from his head, balling them up and eating them. By the time the plane landed, I and the person sitting adjacent to me were in a high state of supressed hilarity over the performance. On a train, we could have gone back to the smoking car and busted out laughing, but on an airplane, the audience is somewhat captive.
Mr. niteowl77
My biggest pet peeve is the smelly food people. You know you’re coming into a confined space, so how about a little forethought when choosing that Caesar with anchovies? Also irritating...the people who sit holding their food in the boarding area for half an hour and then have to bust open their stinkbombs the minute they board. Why couldn’t you eat that in the boarding area?
One man’s smelly is another man’s Chanel # 5!
I don't sleep on planes. So on one red eye I spelled an exhausted young mother by walking her crying daughter around and around the plane. She finally settled down.
Funny, but guys my size holding a very small baby don't get a lot of flack from other unhappy passengers. Maybe it's the incongruity of the image due to the size difference.
Or maybe it was because they didn't want to disturb the silence.
It’s a 14-hour first leg from the east coast!
I actually got a little nauseated reading about your experience. I have no desire to get on a commercial airliner. I will drive if necessary.
Ah yes, life and its little episodes. The best cure for plane misery is to take a Greyhound bus somewhere. The sights, sounds, smells and interesting people you’ll encounter on a Greyhound and at the Greyhound station will totally recalibrate your misery threshold.
14 hours!! Ouch! I am always so anxious to get to Taipei, however we will be stopping in Hong Kong this time so we will have a 14 hour leg for the first time.
Dulles to Narita or Incheon is 14 hours nonstop.
Fortunately there’s only a 2 or 3 hour layover before the final hop to paradise.
Oh yes, when my husband was in college (about 12 years ago) he had to take a Greyhound due to inclimate weather in his area. He is scarred-for-life from that event, and won’t even go near a bus station now! haha
The stories he has from that situation....just, wow!
Poll my finger.
Yeah, it can be an experience all right. A couple years ago I took a Greyhound from Alabama to Pennsylvania, and each leg of that ordeal had enough material for a Hemingway short story!
As Dennis Miller pointed out, the worst thing is that if the plane should crash, these are the people you’re going to wind up getting stuck with while waiting to enter St Peter’s Gate.
Disclaimer: Opinions posted on Free Republic are those of the individual posters and do not necessarily represent the opinion of Free Republic or its management. All materials posted herein are protected by copyright law and the exemption for fair use of copyrighted works.