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.
If you have a story of a fetid flight (or a fetid food companion), feel free to share!
April 26, 2014
Nor, might I add, is it necessary to eat that oily, onion-packed hoagie on a standing room only train while you are (regrettably) standing. The train ride is only 30 minutes. I promise, you won’t starve to death.
April 28, 2014
I would love to hear one of your commuter stories. I know you have a few! How about the one where you disembark only to catch the train after yours!
April 28, 2014
Dear Zoe, I do not recall the story you reference. But there are many stories indeed. Now that I know about this blog, I will have a place to report in real-time. Today, they announced at Penn Station that my train would be late due to “late arrival of equipment.” What equipment? Oh I get it…the train is late because the train is late. And later, “we are being held at a stop signal waiting for a more favorable signal”. Like a “go” signal? Oops, gotta run. Pulling into my station where I will be asked to use caution while “de-training.”