Skip to comments.Rudeness Poll: Smelly passengers voted the most hated
Posted on 10/11/2009 1:41:57 PM PDT by JoeProBono
PASSENGERS who have poor personal hygiene or kick seats have been voted the most disliked flyers in a new survey. A wide variety of annoying travel behaviour was detailed in US travel company Travelocitys 2009 Rudeness Poll, which surveyed 1600 passengers on their pet peeves.
The annoyances varied between the time of boarding the plane, during the flight and when departing.
When boarding those surveyed were most annoyed by passengers who wrested with larger than allowed carry-on luggage. This was followed by people who crowded the boarding line, blocked the isle, stored their luggage carelessly or used overhead bins for small items.
The least-favourite traveller to sit next to during a flight by far was a passenger with poor hygiene, with 45 per cent of the votes, followed by those who cough or sneeze, the overweight, talkative people and children.
In terms of rude behaviour during the flight, kicking the seat and loud talking or swearing were voted the most irritating acts.
Upon touchdown travellers became most annoyed by people who rush to depart the plane before those ahead of them, at 57 per cent of votes, followed by people who are careless with luggage and who leave their seats before the seatbelt light is off.
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What an upset! I thought that with Harry Reid’s support, “smelly Washington D.C. tourists” were heavy favorites.
I was stuck between my wife in the window seat and a 400 lb woman in the outside seat, I had 1/4 of my seat to myself on a fully booked plane, and I have claustrophobia. This was on US Air and they did nothing. I didn’t fly again for 14 years.
Harry Reid is the source of the stink in Washington.
These are the primary reasons I try to avoid flying and going to movie theaters as much as possible.
Sharing a plane with another passenger with BO is the worst flying experience, but a howling kid on a long flight comes close. Flew back from Hawaii once with a kid about 3 or 4 ...in the upper first class deck of a 747. The kid was over tired to begin with and proceeded to howl. The minute he finally calmed down Mom or Grandma traveling with him would chide him for something and he would start howling again. The flight attendants finally allowed those flying closest to him to sit in the crew area in the back so they could get a minutes peace.
These were different legs of my last 18 hour overseas flight. On the way back, a 300+ lb. neighbor who wanted to talk.
I figure my trip this year is bound to go well as my bad karma was exhausted last year.
The only thing worse is a snake that yells “Allahu Akbar!!!”
That woman was assaulting you.
I booked a flight last summer on a bad day. I already had distain for the hassle TSA puts you through at the airport, but my airline announced they had reduced its leg room between seats by one inch, it began charging $15 for a suitcase, it wanted $5 for a lunch, and its ticket taxes were outrageous. I quit. I never flew. I drove. If at all possible, I will never fly again in my life. Screw all of the airlines and the TSA. Join me in my boycott.
I sympathize. I firmly believe that fat sweathogs should have to buy two seats. I got stuck next to a 300 pound woman in the center seat of a flight from Chicago to San Francisco back when I was in the Navy. Not only did she stink, she tried to cover the stink with perfume and complained the entire flight.
I was actually ill for two days after that flight.
>>> These were different legs of my last 18 hour overseas flight. On the way back, a 300+ lb. neighbor who wanted to talk. <<<
I try to pretend I’m in a state of suspended animation or in a zombie-like state whenever I fly these days. The entire ordeal is almost unbearable.
On those long (24 hour) flights to Asia, a dose of Ambien within 3 minutes of getting to my seat and buckling in.
Not that bad an experience - more like an education.
Was on a plane that three seats on each side and I had one of the aisle seats. A woman comes on board with a baby and heads for the back. I braced myself for five hours (non-stop flight east to west) of crying/squalling/yelling. The guy next to me craps out immediately and slumps on my shoulder. I shove him over and figure I on the Flight from Hell.
Then this scraggly-looking black dude with a long raincoat draped over his arm shuffles up and seats himself in the middle row opposite me. Nothing exceptional except that he looked in pretty bad shape. The other aisle guy gave me a look and rolled his eyes. “Better him than me” sez I in true Christian compassion.
About a half-hour into the flight there is a stench of vomit wafting through the cabin and I thought that damned baby had barfed. The guy across the aisle looks at me with a distressed look on his face. About then the scraggly black dude gets up, with vomit trickling off his folded raincoat and heads forward for the first class toilets, leving little vomity footprints as he goes.
The stewardess quickly comes up and sprinkles coffee grounds over the tracks and magically the air is filled with the smell of fresh-ground coffee. The guy alongside me wakes up and says, “Man, that coffee smells good!”
I told him he didn’t want to go there, but never forgot that tip on how to suppress a bad smell.
My husband and I flew out of Nashville in August 2007. One nearby passenger was wearing a wool turtleneck sweater and corduroy pants - in August. In Tennessee. This man was literally soaked in sweat and reeked of b.o.
Even better, the young man sitting next to me was dressed fully in black attire and — no joke — reading The Communist Manifesto. He finished it before we landed.
I takes a very stiff drink for me to get on the plane these days.
What gets my goat is passengers who sneeze w/o covering their noses and then you feel the tiny droplets hit your skin. Also those who have just ingested a heavy, garlic-laden meal and their breath reeks of it. I hate flying/airports and not because of fear!
Nearly two decades past, one leg of a Chicago to Los Angeles flight found me seated behind and one over from a 30-something guy who was continually plucking hairs from his head, balling them up and eating them. By the time the plane landed, I and the person sitting adjacent to me were in a high state of supressed hilarity over the performance. On a train, we could have gone back to the smoking car and busted out laughing, but on an airplane, the audience is somewhat captive.
My biggest pet peeve is the smelly food people. You know you’re coming into a confined space, so how about a little forethought when choosing that Caesar with anchovies? Also irritating...the people who sit holding their food in the boarding area for half an hour and then have to bust open their stinkbombs the minute they board. Why couldn’t you eat that in the boarding area?
One man’s smelly is another man’s Chanel # 5!
I don't sleep on planes. So on one red eye I spelled an exhausted young mother by walking her crying daughter around and around the plane. She finally settled down.
Funny, but guys my size holding a very small baby don't get a lot of flack from other unhappy passengers. Maybe it's the incongruity of the image due to the size difference.
Or maybe it was because they didn't want to disturb the silence.
It’s a 14-hour first leg from the east coast!
I actually got a little nauseated reading about your experience. I have no desire to get on a commercial airliner. I will drive if necessary.
Ah yes, life and its little episodes. The best cure for plane misery is to take a Greyhound bus somewhere. The sights, sounds, smells and interesting people you’ll encounter on a Greyhound and at the Greyhound station will totally recalibrate your misery threshold.
14 hours!! Ouch! I am always so anxious to get to Taipei, however we will be stopping in Hong Kong this time so we will have a 14 hour leg for the first time.
Dulles to Narita or Incheon is 14 hours nonstop.
Fortunately there’s only a 2 or 3 hour layover before the final hop to paradise.
Oh yes, when my husband was in college (about 12 years ago) he had to take a Greyhound due to inclimate weather in his area. He is scarred-for-life from that event, and won’t even go near a bus station now! haha
The stories he has from that situation....just, wow!
Poll my finger.
Yeah, it can be an experience all right. A couple years ago I took a Greyhound from Alabama to Pennsylvania, and each leg of that ordeal had enough material for a Hemingway short story!
As Dennis Miller pointed out, the worst thing is that if the plane should crash, these are the people you’re going to wind up getting stuck with while waiting to enter St Peter’s Gate.
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