Thread: Self defense.

Never a bad experience like that on a plane but it reminds me of riding on a rickity bus in the impossibly hot, dusty Morrocan Tetuoan hills. I sat near an old guy who kept eating these nasty little hardboiled eggs and he had hours of some serious egg-farts. Unlike the Utopian or rhensley situations all the windows were open but it didn't help as much as you'd think because for the bit of egg farts that got out, more dust and diesel fumes got in. If I go back I will take cologne.

I must include this anecdote when I write my memoirs.