Ok so every has the idea of the worst case scenario on a trans continental flight...a screaming baby somewhere within one's earshot. I got a new scenario for you... I changed my seat to row one because i hate when it takes forever to get off the plane. no it isnt first class because it is jet blue and they dont believe in the separation of classes. it is just simply row 1. directly in front of row one is the bathroom. directly to my left is the baby. 3 hours into the flight the baby has been absolutely fantastic. From out of the blue the very distinct smell of feces hits my nose. Not from the baby but from the 300 pound man who entered the bathroom approximately 45 minutes ago. Let me remind you that the bathroom is no more than 18 inches ahead of me. there are no barriers between the fecal odor protruding from this mans butthole and my sense of smell. Now I can't really fault the baby for this one but the baby starts crying and not because his teeth are bothering him or because he is hungry, but because 30 mins into the 300 pound mans poop convention, the baby has now spoiled his diaper and he just doesnt want to sit in it anymore. there is nothing the poor single father can do because there is only one bathroom on this tiny ass plane. which brings me to my next question of why the hell am I on such a small plane flying across the county? it should be big planes only. but back to the story. what makes the smell of a 300 mans turd smell even worse?? A baby with a diaper full of indian food and no where to change him. I hope this exits the bathroom promptly. Turbulence Sucks!!!!p.s.
I have resorted to sitting in clear view upon exit of the bathroom with my earplugs in my nose so the fat man will know my disgust when exiting the lavatory.
0 comments:
Post a Comment