“But what if it were Hillary?”
I would probably respectfully walk off the plane, as I would not want to smell Cabbage, Urine, and Farts in an enclosed space for 4 hours in a row.
Actually, I would talk with her. First posing with the obligatory selfie and then I would try and glean info. After a few drinks, you never know, she might spill some beans. And there’s no shortage of beans. Which leads back to gas.