Pam and I were flying back from San Antonio. The first leg of the trip was from San Antonio to Chicago Midway. The flight is about two and a half hours. Pam had the window seat, I had the middle seat, and a complete stranger had the aisle seat.

I usually use flight time to catch up on reading but I’m not entirely oblivious to my surroundings. For example, I noticed that the complete stranger sitting beside me was taking off his shoes.

For another example, a minute or so later, I noticed an awful stink that seemed to be settling in and getting comfortable. Stinky’s socks and shoes looked to be clean but the stink went away shortly after Stinky put his shoes back on.

Man! That stink could’ve knocked a flock of buzzards off a fleet of sh*twagons.

Even though the foot stink had abated, there was still an odor that continued for the rest of the flight.

After the flight, as Pam and I walked to our connecting flight, I asked Pam “Did you happen to notice the -”

“OMG WHAT WAS WRONG WITH HIS FEET?!? I’VE NEVER SMELLED ANYTHING THAT AWFUL!”

I guess she noticed too.