On my flight back from Ft. Lauderdale on Friday, November 16th a funk invaded my personal air space in seat D21. It came on so strong I choked and I looked around to determine the source, but no luck. After a few minutes it assaulted my nose again, but this time I was determined to find the offender. Just as the air cleared the gentleman in front of my put his arms behind his head and BAM! There it was again, emitting from his armpits. I thought I was going to hurl, as I looked for a seat to move to, but no such luck. What I wouldn’t have given for a Glade Stick-Up, a can of Lysol, or an emergency landing. I was forced to pull out my tin of Altoids and continually suck them the remainder of the flight.

My prayer is that the Lord would make all people aware of their stink and give them the common sense to take action. You think I am kidding . . .