Home again
September 19, 2009Got in late last night. I had a seat on the plane next to someone I came to refer to, over the course of the flight, as Mr. Stinkyman. He sat down in a cloud of cigarette smoke then proceeded to chew on his nails. This was followed by bouts of sneezing and snorting and, several times, the emission of a strange yet strong aroma of garlic and onions. Honestly, it should have had to buy its own seat it had that much substance.
A requirement for the flight, of which I was not aware, was that every man who bought a ticket had to certify that his bladder was the size of a pea (sorry). There was a constant stream (again, sorry) of guys back and forth to the head, so I spent most of the flight with someone’s behind in my face. At least Mr. Stinkyman was able to hold it.
Any flight that ends safely, however, is a good flight. I just hope that Stinky did not have the plague. Good to be home.
Gunsmoke and Knitting 
Makes home all that sweeter, I bet 😉
I think there is also a rule that you have to get stuck between two men who think each of their knees needs to reside in separate counties.
Glad you landed safely!