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!
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.