I just arrived in northern California last evening after being delayed in the ATL for an hour and a half. What a nightmare that flight was. Let me start off with the seating arrangement. When I was making my reservation, I noticed that the plane had three rows of seating. How interesting, I thought. I hadn't ridden on a triple row since I was a child. I giddishly selected a middle aisle, middle seat. Big mistake.
I arrived at my seat to find an elderly, foreign fellah eagerly awaiting me. He had been watching me since I walked into the plane. A gold, silver and stained brown toothed smile reared at me. With the horrendous open cavern came a smell unlike any I have ever smelled before. The closest I could come to describing it would be the open ass of a 4 day dead donkey... After eating a meat pie.
