My husband and I were taking a flight from Bucharest to Amsterdam and it was very early for us. Neither of us had gotten much sleep and we were both worn out from a long trip and a long day of connecting flights ahead of us. Because it was our honeymoon, my husband let me have the window seat and he took the middle. Shortly after we sat down, a very large and very smelly man sat down in the aisle. He was too big for the seat… but that was hardly the issue. He was a heavy breather and it smelled like he had been brushing his teeth with nothing but stinky cheese for an indefinite period of time. My husband looked sick, but I thought he was overreacting — until I leaned forward to retrieve something and got a strong blast of hot breath. I have a strong stomach and this made me dry heave. I thought I was going to be sick.
To top this off, the man fell asleep (and was a mouth breather, of course) and his hand somehow slid into my husbands crotch. My husband very carefully lifted it off. We tried to be diplomatic and we love traveling (and Eastern Europe was amazing) … then the man woke up and tried to have a conversation with my husband. He was surprisingly polite, but seemed oblivious to his various odors. Luckily, the flight Bucharest to Amsterdam is not a terribly long one.
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Yuck! You guys must be lovely not to complain to him.
Dry heave… that is so fuuny! I can totally feel for you.