So far the trip has been pretty uneventful. For some reason I always seem to sit next to someone with "Stank Breath" that falls asleep with his or her mouth open.This time is no different; I'm reading my book and I smell the unmistakable odor of HOT DOO DOO. I slowly turn my head to the left, and I see the dude next to me has his mouth open fast asleep.
His breath is smelling so bad, that I can SEE IT!!
I'm staring at this dudes fat belly like he must of ate four egg Mcmuffins.......with cheese before boarding the plane. "Where the f_ck are our beverages", I'm thinking at this point. "Give this bastard some nuts or crackers before I pass out".
Just at the brink of tolerability, the ancient stewardess (who I affectionately nickna
med Mrs. Throwback) comes over with the tray of snacks. Belly boy wakes up, looks at the tray....and waves it away. Whattt!! I am in disbelief. He doesn't want anything that will diffuse the BREATH.That's all I remember before I pass out. I think I fainted from HOT DOO DOO Breath-alitis!
-MJL
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