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Published On: Aug 14, 2006 04:16 PM
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Published On: Aug 14, 2006 04:16 PM
cruel and unusual punishment
Last week, I flew on Southwest from Chicago to
San Diego. I was in the middle seat, my wife in the aisle, and some gentleman
came and asked to sit in the window - to which I happily
obliged.
As it turns out, the flight from chicago to san diego is about 4-5 hours, and for some reason, I had really awful gas - not the all-out-in-one-burst kind, but the repeated bubbles of gas that qualify as "silent but deadly", and for the last 3 hours of the flight, it kept coming out.
The poor guy next to me was shifting rather uncomfortably during that time - it was a completely full flight so he couldn't change seats. I felt bad - but what could I do? Well, aside from continuing to relieve myself, there wasn't much besides do the only thing any of you would do in the same situation - pretend it wasn't me. I smiled like an idiot, read the southwest magazine, pulled out my ipod and acted as if everything was normal. When I stole occasional glances to my left, I saw the poor guy pulling his shirt collar up to cover his nose and staying that way for the duration of the flight.
Alas, it was an unfortunate position for us both.
But probably worse for him than it was for me!
As it turns out, the flight from chicago to san diego is about 4-5 hours, and for some reason, I had really awful gas - not the all-out-in-one-burst kind, but the repeated bubbles of gas that qualify as "silent but deadly", and for the last 3 hours of the flight, it kept coming out.
The poor guy next to me was shifting rather uncomfortably during that time - it was a completely full flight so he couldn't change seats. I felt bad - but what could I do? Well, aside from continuing to relieve myself, there wasn't much besides do the only thing any of you would do in the same situation - pretend it wasn't me. I smiled like an idiot, read the southwest magazine, pulled out my ipod and acted as if everything was normal. When I stole occasional glances to my left, I saw the poor guy pulling his shirt collar up to cover his nose and staying that way for the duration of the flight.
Alas, it was an unfortunate position for us both.
But probably worse for him than it was for me!
Posted: Mon - August 14, 2006 at 04:16 PM |