can someone please explain why certain individuals feel the need to wear so much cologne or perfume, namely when they are in confined spaces?
as i boarded my airplane on friday morning, as i found myself settling comfortably in my window seat, hopeful that i'd be able to sleep for the long flight home from seattle, i couldn't help but notice the strong cologne emanating from the man in the aisle seat, two down from me. unfortunately for me, he had only temporarily parked himself there for a few moments before becoming my cozy neighbor in seat 32D. i'm not sure that i fully realized, until that very moment, how little the air circulates within the close confines of an airplane. as the space around me became engulfed with the sickeningly sweet yet musky scent that this man was wearing, i knew that it was going to be a terribly l o n g flight.
the 45 minutes that we sat still until the plane finally took off, felt like an eternity. i tried desperately to breath only through my mouth, trying to allow as little air as possible pass through my nose. the left side of my neck was soon in pain as i strained to face the window to my right, hoping that i could manage to breath only enough times to stay alive, and that i might steal a bit of fresher air from the rows in front of, and behind me. i couldn't decide if cranking up the airflow above me was working in my favor or against me - after all, it was providing me with unscented air, but that air had to fight its way through the cloud around us before it could make its way to help me.
as i prayed that we would take off soon, out of the corner of my eye i noticed that my neighbor had reached into his carry on bag, which had, until just moments before, had been stowed safely under the seat in front of him. before i could even realize what was happening, i heard one. Two. THREE. dear God not FOUR! sprays, as he added more of that nauseatingly awful scent to his wrist. i nearly choked.
as soon as we took off, i immediately made my way to the lavatory to get some fresh air (!) and again, pray that i might make it though the next hours of my life. thankfully, the air circulates a little better while a plane is in motion, so while we were in-flight, i was almost able to enjoy the movie. sleep was no longer as option for fear that i might accidentally turn towards my left and die on the spot.
it was an incredibly long four hours, my friends. and so i implore you - travelers of the world - PLEASE be conscientious of your fellow travelers! clean. that's all you need to be. no extra scents required.
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maybe the stinker hadn't showered in four days and was trying to do you a favor? regardless, i feel for you, though if you want to go head-to-head on stinky plane seat stories, remind me to tell you about the man who sat next to me on a flight from florida with the. worst. b.o. EVER. i mean, really, i was gagging. SICK!
even if the flight seems full, you can always pop to the back of the plane and ask one of the stewardesses if there's any way you can be moved to a free seat you may not be aware of. hope your flight was otherwise smooth!
oh my goodness. i HATE perfume and cologne. it should be outlawed. same with being able to bring cats and small dogs in the cabin with you. who decided that was ok??
i will admit that i did laugh at your pain though. specifically when your neighbor decided it was necessary to add more. gross.
here's to hoping future flights are odorless.
i'm not sure i agree about the cat/dog thing. where are they supposed to go - under the plane? that's traumatic for the poor little things! i vote that its ok.
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