The Foul Foot

March 10, 2010

in Odor Stories

On a flight a gentleman sat behind me. After being seated he took his sneakers off and wedged one of his feet in-between the seat in front of him (which was mine), and under my arm rest. The smell was enough to make me puke. I turned around and asked him to remove his foot, he said no, that he paid for his seat and needed to stretch out. I said please again, he said no, live with it. I told him the stink from his foot was making me sick, at which time he shoved his foot further between the seats causing the arm rest to raise. I told him if you don’t move your foot you would be sorry. He told me to pound sand. At that time I smashed the arm rest down on his foot. He screamed bloody murder, which caused the flight attendant to come back and ask what was wrong. He start spouting off it was my fault, then I gave my side of the story and the lady next to me said the same thing. The flight attendant told the man to remove his foot and put his shoes back on, or he would be escorted off the airplane. He was pissed. As he left the airplane the gave me and the lady a dirty stare.

{ 7 comments… read them below or add one }

Clare March 10, 2010 at 6:49 pm

Good for you! I would have done exactly the same thing.


the logger March 11, 2010 at 4:37 am

Better be careful! There is probably a stinky feet support group out there that will demand to be accomodated.

They can join the Fatties and the screaming seat kickers in the back of the plane, preferably using the back exit and walled off from the rest of us.

They could place a camera in the Fatties, Stinkers and Screamers section and have a live feed to the forward seats for our entertainment.


Sandman March 11, 2010 at 8:22 am

Stinky Feet Support Group – That would be "Odoreaters Anonymous".


Demotage March 11, 2010 at 9:24 am

Really, though, how is this guys behavior any different than people who smash their reclining seat into your knees? Until he lifted your arm rest, he wasn't encroaching on your space, he was just making you uncomfortable.


Demotage March 11, 2010 at 9:26 am

Hey Larry,

How about you lay off David until he actually says something? By taunting him you are being kind of childish, and a…..well, a tool.


the logger March 12, 2010 at 7:21 am

"As he left the airplane the gave me and the lady a dirty stare."

I would rather get the stinkeye than the stinkfoot. You can't smell the stinkeye.


Kad March 14, 2010 at 5:19 am

I'm someone who tends to be sensitive to smells, whether people think they are good or not. I have a hard time breathing when every intake of breath is an assault on the senses. It is a biological fact that when a person has an illness they smell differently, and for the most part this means that others try to stay away from them, even if they don't know they are doing it. Most health-related smells are noticeable to the carrier as well.

The intentional use of fragrant body wash and the (luckily not so pervasive any longer) use of cologne or perfume drive me insane. The unintentional odours from foot fungus, rotting skin, or other olfactory assaults are mostly (but not always) treatable by adherence to a strict cleaning regimen. An old friend of mine used to wash his feet 5-6 times per day because he knew a horrible smell could fill any space he occupied. Powder, and extra, clean lightly scented socks at hand, you name it, he did it to keep himself presentable.

Knowing he made the effort, made it easier to forgive occasional issues.

Although I consider what you did a form of assault, smell itself is a form of assault, and in a confined space can be cruel to others, driving them to do things they wouldn't consider otherwise. It seems the FA understood or 'sensed' the problem, and you got a pass.

Not only did he inflict his smell on you, he invaded the little patch of space you purchased. He paid for his seat. Not his seat + your arm rest, or the random fissures in airplane seat design in to which he could squeeze himself.

It's nice to read a story from someone who solved the problem like a Big Person, rather than put up with it in silence, only to b**** about it later.



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