I dunno. I'm thinkin' maybe....
On the way back from SC last week, on one flight, the boyz decided to sit somewhere else (exit row). I didn't change my seat, so I ended up sitting next to a fat man. That wanted to talk. Well? He had bad breath. The boyz said I should have asked to be reseated. Probly, but then I'da had to sit next to them and listen about the baseball steroid thing. The fat chatty guy was better. Till I swear to God he farted. And the bathroom was full. First time I ever grabbed for the air-sick bag. Swear to God!
Boyz laughed. I'll get 'em the next trip.
Woulda been nice to have this then.....