Stinky!
I hope everyone is having a blessed holiday season!
Sorry for not posting regularly lately. I've been busy at work and haven't had time to compose posts during the day. We had a couple people roll off the project, and the evenings were spent driving to either Boston or Manchester to celebrate. It was more like commiserating, since they will be sorely missed.
I'm at SkyPrincess's this holiday, and it's been great. We are still trying to get use to each other's sleep patterns, and in this respect, it's not all that great. I only sleep 4 to 5 hours a night and am very restless. My internal clock is set for 5:30am, never fails. This is something we'll need to work on. She's not especially happy to be waking up that early every morning.
The weather in Boston predicted snow flurries for Friday. We both were concerned I might be stuck for the weekend. Luckily, no delays in the flights. I'm one of the lucky people. I usually have no problems with flights. Sure, I get delayed, but I always get where I am going. I have large amounts of patience when it comes to traveling. Very little will get me upset.
This trip, I had a bad go in the beginning. I prefer sitting in the aisle seat when possible. This trip, I picked the seat on the port side, where there are only 2 seats for the row. Walking to your seat, you always are a bit apprehensive who your traveling neighbor will be. Will it be a small child who will be jumping around all the time? Someone who is just dripping with flu germs? Someone who wants to talk the entire flight?
My usual game plan is to bring a book and shove my laptop under the seat. Few people will bother you if you are reading a book. Laptops are good for last minute business work, which also detracts from an unwanted conversation. The worse that can happen is if you board the plan unarmed. The only thing you can do this is attempt to take a nap. Otherwise, you will more than likely have to carry on a conversation with someone you really don't care to know.
So Friday, I boarded the plane and started looking for my seat. I found it and notice I had a kid around the age of 22 in he seat next to me. I placed my laptop in my chair and started stowing my jacket. He was taking off his jacket and sweater, so I offered to put his in the overhead. He agreed and handed them to me. That's when it hit me. This kid hasn't showered in well over a year. The stench from his sweater almost knocked me down the aisle. I quickly stowed it and slammed the overhead compartment down. I had to sit quickly to allow the other passengers board, and tried to hold my breath as long as I could. I reached up to turn on the air vents, praying the plane would start taxiing. The vents usually will not blow when they are at the gate.
I spent most of the flight with the air blowing directly on my face. Everytime he raised his arm to adjust his vent or grab something, the stench pervaded the air. I'm sure I'm not the only person gagging during this trip.
Luckily, he fell asleep. The odor tended to stay in place, as long as he wasn't too active.
I will have to say, this was the most uncomfortable 4 hour plane flight I've had to take.
Mizike
Sorry for not posting regularly lately. I've been busy at work and haven't had time to compose posts during the day. We had a couple people roll off the project, and the evenings were spent driving to either Boston or Manchester to celebrate. It was more like commiserating, since they will be sorely missed.
I'm at SkyPrincess's this holiday, and it's been great. We are still trying to get use to each other's sleep patterns, and in this respect, it's not all that great. I only sleep 4 to 5 hours a night and am very restless. My internal clock is set for 5:30am, never fails. This is something we'll need to work on. She's not especially happy to be waking up that early every morning.
The weather in Boston predicted snow flurries for Friday. We both were concerned I might be stuck for the weekend. Luckily, no delays in the flights. I'm one of the lucky people. I usually have no problems with flights. Sure, I get delayed, but I always get where I am going. I have large amounts of patience when it comes to traveling. Very little will get me upset.
This trip, I had a bad go in the beginning. I prefer sitting in the aisle seat when possible. This trip, I picked the seat on the port side, where there are only 2 seats for the row. Walking to your seat, you always are a bit apprehensive who your traveling neighbor will be. Will it be a small child who will be jumping around all the time? Someone who is just dripping with flu germs? Someone who wants to talk the entire flight?
My usual game plan is to bring a book and shove my laptop under the seat. Few people will bother you if you are reading a book. Laptops are good for last minute business work, which also detracts from an unwanted conversation. The worse that can happen is if you board the plan unarmed. The only thing you can do this is attempt to take a nap. Otherwise, you will more than likely have to carry on a conversation with someone you really don't care to know.
So Friday, I boarded the plane and started looking for my seat. I found it and notice I had a kid around the age of 22 in he seat next to me. I placed my laptop in my chair and started stowing my jacket. He was taking off his jacket and sweater, so I offered to put his in the overhead. He agreed and handed them to me. That's when it hit me. This kid hasn't showered in well over a year. The stench from his sweater almost knocked me down the aisle. I quickly stowed it and slammed the overhead compartment down. I had to sit quickly to allow the other passengers board, and tried to hold my breath as long as I could. I reached up to turn on the air vents, praying the plane would start taxiing. The vents usually will not blow when they are at the gate.
I spent most of the flight with the air blowing directly on my face. Everytime he raised his arm to adjust his vent or grab something, the stench pervaded the air. I'm sure I'm not the only person gagging during this trip.
Luckily, he fell asleep. The odor tended to stay in place, as long as he wasn't too active.
I will have to say, this was the most uncomfortable 4 hour plane flight I've had to take.
Mizike
posted by Mizike at 3:45 PM
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