Dear old man next to me on plane,
Your smell is quite distinctive. Wait...is that...old man I smell? JACKPOT! So glad we get to sit next to each other on this flying bus for the next 3 hours, with you telling me your whole life story up close and in my grill, over your Bose sound reducing head phones. Oh wait, both llegs of my flight are like this?! Holy crap. I must have been like Ghandi in a previous life to deserve such an "honor." Or maybe I was Eve....Here, Sir, would you like a piece of my minty delicious gum? Or one of my spearmint lozenges? Shit, that didn't kill it either. Long day.
In need of a shower,
unhappy traveler
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