My friend Miriam was trapped in a middle seat last week...which in the greater world order isn't all that much of a discomfort, as she is a petite li'l thang.
But, it placed her in the unenviable position of being subjected to, in her words, "a guy who has yet to discover deodorant and a girl eating jalapeno chips."
I'm not sure how Air Laws can mandate personal hygiene (though we're taking that one under advisement). However, we can deal with the passengers that insist on stinking up the plane with gyros, tuna salad or any fast food...because, for the most part, we can see them bringing it onto the plane.
AIR LAW 19: Passengers bringing any food onto the plane that emits an odor discernible to fellow passengers will immediately be reseated next to the rear lavatory for the duration of the flight.
Hey, you don't care about your fellow passengers' feelings about the stank you are perpetrating? You get to sit in the shitty seats...and they get your seat next to the cool kids who aren't as self-absorbed as you. It's only fair.
Air Law.
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