The paint was blistering on the seat. Eyes were watering. People were reaching for oxygen. The aisle was covered in vomit.................
“The paint was blistering on the seat. Eyes were watering. People were reaching for oxygen. The aisle was covered in vomit.................”
I came back from the Bahamas a few years ago and had to endure the Marsh Harbor terminal at over 100 degrees, followed by a sweaty flight then another trip through Nassau and more sweat. By the time I ran to the United flight going out of Miami, I stunk! I mean sweating, stinky, open the windows stank!
There simply wasn’t a time or place to sponge off.