Please Don’t Make That Face

Clearly, she thought some animal had crawled under one of our seats and died there. One hard swallow away from gagging, she walked the aisle, eyes watering from the incredibly noxious smell she knew was coming from somewhere back in this area over here. I couldn’t smell anything. I looked around, and no one else appeared as if they were in any particular odorous discomfort. I watched her move, obviously in great distress, up and down the plane. Her face was killing me! I’veRead more