What an upset! I thought that with Harry Reid’s support, “smelly Washington D.C. tourists” were heavy favorites.
These are the primary reasons I try to avoid flying and going to movie theaters as much as possible.
Sharing a plane with another passenger with BO is the worst flying experience, but a howling kid on a long flight comes close. Flew back from Hawaii once with a kid about 3 or 4 ...in the upper first class deck of a 747. The kid was over tired to begin with and proceeded to howl. The minute he finally calmed down Mom or Grandma traveling with him would chide him for something and he would start howling again. The flight attendants finally allowed those flying closest to him to sit in the crew area in the back so they could get a minutes peace.
Most disliked flyers.
I booked a flight last summer on a bad day. I already had distain for the hassle TSA puts you through at the airport, but my airline announced they had reduced its leg room between seats by one inch, it began charging $15 for a suitcase, it wanted $5 for a lunch, and its ticket taxes were outrageous. I quit. I never flew. I drove. If at all possible, I will never fly again in my life. Screw all of the airlines and the TSA. Join me in my boycott.
Not that bad an experience - more like an education.
Was on a plane that three seats on each side and I had one of the aisle seats. A woman comes on board with a baby and heads for the back. I braced myself for five hours (non-stop flight east to west) of crying/squalling/yelling. The guy next to me craps out immediately and slumps on my shoulder. I shove him over and figure I on the Flight from Hell.
Then this scraggly-looking black dude with a long raincoat draped over his arm shuffles up and seats himself in the middle row opposite me. Nothing exceptional except that he looked in pretty bad shape. The other aisle guy gave me a look and rolled his eyes. “Better him than me” sez I in true Christian compassion.
About a half-hour into the flight there is a stench of vomit wafting through the cabin and I thought that damned baby had barfed. The guy across the aisle looks at me with a distressed look on his face. About then the scraggly black dude gets up, with vomit trickling off his folded raincoat and heads forward for the first class toilets, leving little vomity footprints as he goes.
The stewardess quickly comes up and sprinkles coffee grounds over the tracks and magically the air is filled with the smell of fresh-ground coffee. The guy alongside me wakes up and says, “Man, that coffee smells good!”
I told him he didn’t want to go there, but never forgot that tip on how to suppress a bad smell.
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.
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
One man’s smelly is another man’s Chanel # 5!
Poll my finger.