klavdy
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- Nov 28, 2007
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Flatulence.
We, as a species, produce a rather impressive volume per day.
Why oh why then does Airline catering include such delights as spinach frittata, bean, tomato and onion side dishes and leafy salads washed down with beer on the long hauls?
I try and be polite when on board, keep the cork in the bottle so to speak,it's not that hard to do,but on the way back from LHR we were seated next to the most noxious farter ever.
There may have been an underlying medical condition,but this bloke was truly astonishing.
The big fat sweaty cough orchestra started before the safety demo and did not let up till touchdown.
We ignored the first couple, gagged on the next lot and finally asked him if he could stop lifting his haunch up off the seat and farting at us.
He got all huffy!
It reached the point where the F.A's were called and asked if either we could be moved or bugle bum made to sit and reek elsewhere.
Poor bun tossers were at a loss,the plane was full and this bloke said he couldn't help it.
The first F.A couldn't keep a straight face, she went off to get the Cabin Manager who swished up to see what the fuss was about.
Again we asked if we could be moved,C.M pursed his lips and fat boy said we were imagining things.
Then he let another one rip.
The thing that really pissed us off was that he tried to make out that it was our fault, that we were being unreasonable by complaining, and he'd never been so insulted in his life.
How would you deal with it?
We, as a species, produce a rather impressive volume per day.
Why oh why then does Airline catering include such delights as spinach frittata, bean, tomato and onion side dishes and leafy salads washed down with beer on the long hauls?
I try and be polite when on board, keep the cork in the bottle so to speak,it's not that hard to do,but on the way back from LHR we were seated next to the most noxious farter ever.
There may have been an underlying medical condition,but this bloke was truly astonishing.
The big fat sweaty cough orchestra started before the safety demo and did not let up till touchdown.
We ignored the first couple, gagged on the next lot and finally asked him if he could stop lifting his haunch up off the seat and farting at us.
He got all huffy!
It reached the point where the F.A's were called and asked if either we could be moved or bugle bum made to sit and reek elsewhere.
Poor bun tossers were at a loss,the plane was full and this bloke said he couldn't help it.
The first F.A couldn't keep a straight face, she went off to get the Cabin Manager who swished up to see what the fuss was about.
Again we asked if we could be moved,C.M pursed his lips and fat boy said we were imagining things.
Then he let another one rip.
The thing that really pissed us off was that he tried to make out that it was our fault, that we were being unreasonable by complaining, and he'd never been so insulted in his life.
How would you deal with it?