If you’re on the PHL to Chicago AM flight and you’re thinking, my wouldn’t it be wonderful to have a big fat delicious mushroom, sausage, and green pepper egg wrap sandwich to eat on the flight, let me ask you: How fun is it to smell that if you’re sitting near you and not eating? The answer, of course, is that it is not fun. It is revolting. It is making the rest of us gag, if not wretch. It is ruining a perfectly good transcendence on our part.
To be honest, I think the “deal killer” is the peppers. You simply cannot introduce the smell of peppers on the 6, 7, or even the 7:30 a.m. flight. Have some consideration for those around you! We’ll stomach the sausage and even the mushrooms (albeit reluctantly), but the peppers are an assault to our senses. It’d a basic statement that you do not care at all about other people.
You’re hungry? You want to eat. I get it. Have the muffin. Have the bagel and cream cheese. Oh, you don’t like bread? Have the banana, the yogurt, oh god, have the Popeye’s chicken, but please….no peppers. Not on that flight! It’s the quiet car. It’s the no-smell car.
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