Took a direct flight from Florida to LAX on Monday and thought I was set no layovers, easy ride. Nope. An older man boarded with assistance and got the seat right next to me. Within seconds, I knew it was bad news.
He couldn’t really move, so I was window-seat-locked for 5.5 hours. The smell was brutal. FAs kept checking in on him but didn’t move me. When we landed, he stood up… and there it was. Poop. On the seat. On him. Everywhere.
A flight attendant apologized and said, “Why didn’t you ask for a mask?” Lady, I needed an exorcism. They gave me 5,000 miles, but honestly I think I earned trauma pay.
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