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September 6, 2006
Noseplugs Not Included

While it could have been a whole heap worse, our travels between Brooklyn and Los Angeles left a lot to be desired. Thursday's flight was delayed nearly three hours, getting us to Alexis' parents' house at about five a.m. EST the next day. Therefore, on Monday we were ecstatic that our packed plane boarded on time. In fact, the flight actually arrived at Kennedy earlier than scheduled, which would have been just peachy if we hadn't been sitting next to the foulest smelling individual on the face of the planet for the entire five hours.
It was easy to detect that something was up as soon as we stepped onto the plane. One by one, people took their seats and then immediately poked their heads up like prairie dogs to sniff the air. Something stank. The weirdest thing was that we could not target where the odor was emanating from. It seemed to waft quickly in, nauseate and then disappear faster than anyone could pinpoint the source.
Well, impossible until about ten minutes after takeoff when the person next to me lifted their arm to fiddle with the television controls.
Twenty-five hundred miles later, Alexis and I deplaned unable to smell anything but this person's lack of hygiene. Even my hair had taken on the aroma. It was in our nostrils so deeply that we smelled the grossness even after showering- twice. Two days later, the scent continues to coat my nasal passage and throat.
I have mixed feelings when it comes to people with body odor. A big part of me feels incredibly sorry for them and assumes that they cannot detect their stench. On the other hand, perhaps they can and know it and are so embarrassed that they want to disappear. I felt awful turning my body toward Alexis and burying my nose in his shirt most of the flight, but at the same time, if I hadn't, I would have spent the entire time controlling my gag reflex. I certainly did not want to make my neighbor feel bad; however, they were making the entire plane wish that we had left our olfactory abilities at the gate of LAX. There was really nothing left to do but be polite and hope that the television did not need much adjustment.
Next flight, I am bringing VapoRub just in case.
Posted by callalillie at September 6, 2006 7:14 AM | Random
If the smell is still in your nose - cut open a fresh lemon and inhale deeply. repeat.
That will knock it out for sure - experience gained photographing dead/decaying sheep while in college.
Posted by: tiya at September 6, 2006 10:17 AM
Um, do I want to even go there and ask why you were taking such photographs?
Posted by: corie at September 6, 2006 10:19 AM
here in Turkey, they have a lemon scented "cologne" that is used for all manner of things, including freshening up, and I think would have been perfect for this occasion...
Posted by: kelly at September 6, 2006 10:50 AM
I work with a man who creates a stink cloud where ever he goes. And it lingers. And clings. I don't know if it's because he's a foreigner or a scientist (perhaps both) but showering is definitely optional. Gross! Gross! Gross!
Posted by: mollysusie at September 6, 2006 10:51 AM
On a short flight from Orange County to Dallas. I had the misfortune to be sitting next to a stinker. I was sitting at the window sit and he was in the middle. The worst part was he wanted to chat the whole ride! I think something died in his mouth and the rest of his body had not seen a drop of water and soap for ages. Even after we got into the air I put on my head phones, starting playing games on my phone and he still would not stop talking. Finally I pulled a scented blanket out my bag and prentened to fall asleep.
Posted by: catnip at September 6, 2006 10:55 AM
lemon water is awesome. and a scented blanket? i want one of those.
i think this person had been travelling for a while, though from the smell of it no deodorant seemed to have been applied. the combination was deadly.
Posted by: corie at September 6, 2006 10:57 AM
in high schol choir, i stood near the smelliest girl ever during performances sophomore year. it killed me.
Posted by: Lesterhead at September 6, 2006 1:10 PM
This whole thing reminded me of Seinfeld. It is rather traumatic. I recall hearing that many states have ordinances banning body odor from libraries, too bad it doesn't extend to airplanes. I do sortof wonder how that would be regulated...
Posted by: Maura at September 6, 2006 1:27 PM
Ugh, that is my worst nightmare.
Some airlines have a "stank" policy and will make extra stinky people freshen up. Embarrassing, yes, but I'd rather tell the flight attendant than suffer like that.
Posted by: Sarah at September 6, 2006 1:32 PM
i looked into the "stank policy" mentioned by sarah and found this article. however, the author indicates that you should bring aboard perfume or scented cream, which won't work anymore. i'm addicted to the pepperminty burt's bees lip balm, which does pass through security and could be dabbed under the nose for minor relief.
i feel your pain. in my book, foul odors even trump pesky unsupervised children who kick your seatback.
Posted by: carrie at September 6, 2006 2:51 PM
that's pretty nasty. makes anyone long for a hot, sweaty subway car.
Posted by: tien at September 6, 2006 3:55 PM
I had a similar misfortune on a trans-Atlantic flight from Chicago to London. Fortunately, the plane was not very full, and I was able to move to another seat a few rows ahead of the man, who seemed to more like the type you would find sleeping on a park bench than on an international flight. He slept most of the 7-hour flight, which was fine because he encased his odor under a similarly unwashed army blanket. When we arrived in London, he whipped out his fancy-looking cell phone and made a bunch of calls. Clearly he could have afforded a hotel room, or at minimum, a bar of soap! I felt bad for the poor passengers who had to sit in those seats on the return flight.
Posted by: Lisa at September 6, 2006 10:22 PM
Was he a young person? Maybe he was coming back from Burning Man, the week-long happening in the Nevada Desert, where there are no showers unless you bring an RV. Just a thought. It ended on Labor Day.
Posted by: otbkb at September 7, 2006 12:45 AM
5 years ago my new husband and I embarked on our honeymoon trip from Minneapolis to Phoenix.
The stink-bomb on our flight did not eminate from the pores of the offender's skin, but rather from the lower part of the human anatomy that is best known for eminating bursts of foul unpleasantry (I'm not talking about the feet).
Said offender apparently had a condition that caused frequent "odiferous bursts" which occurred at regular intervals. Everytime I thought it was safe to breathe through my nose, my gag reflex kicked in.
We are leaving on our 5th anniversary trip to Phoenix this month. If we experience deja vu on this trip, I am going to wonder if someone doesn't have it in for me.
Posted by: FanOfIrving at September 8, 2006 1:52 PM
No one is addressing the issue of "non concern" by the offending individual. I say, that the majority of these "perpetrators" know full well of their olfactory offenses, they just don't care. I, for one, am sick of the "pc" considerations for these societal "criminals". It may sound callous, but their is only black and white / right and wrong almost all the time in life. The offender stands "GUILTY" as charged!!
Posted by: Darrian at September 10, 2006 4:42 AM