Worst flight I ever had was going from Dutch Harbor, Alaska to Anchorage.
Dutch is the biggest harbor in the US for commercial fishing

The guy I sat next to was a freezer packer. They sling 40 pound boxes of fish into the hold of a boat. 12 hours a day, 6 to 7 days per week.

The boxes are not yet frozen as they’re just off the factory header and gutting lines.
The whole place was a bit wet and slippery, you might say.
I’d say slimy.

Anyway, this guy, he hadn’t , I think, ever changed his coveralls.
You can’t smell much in a freezer, and if you can, everyone and everything smells, and so what.

So, this guy, he sits next to me. Friendly guy.

Oh, but he smelled bad.
I mean dead animal in a gutter in 105 degree weather after 3 days bad.

Of course, the plane was full. Nowhere else to sit.

I turned those air jets in the ceiling at my face. I tried, subtly, to point one at him.

It didn’t really help.

As I had just come off a 30 person fishing boat and had done a 3 month shift, I was used to some amount of foul smell, and truth, I wanted to go home.

The plane took off. People in front of us and behind us noticed.
The flight attendant came to my row.
I gave her the universal sign of distress.

They had dealt with this issue before. Being very empathetic, I pitied them, even while I was the most visible victim on this flight.

The attendants handed out bags of coffee made from filter paper. Sort of like giant tea bags. I guess that’s the secret method to brew coffee on planes.

Some people held the bags of coffee, others strapped it into the mesh bags which hold magazines.

I made too many trips to the bathroom and held my breath as long as possible.

On one of my sorties I noticed there was an extra fold down seat where the attendants hung out.
I spent the last hour with them.

When the plane landed, security was at the gate. I overheard them telling the guy he couldn’t board for Seattle unles he changed clothes. He argued with them.

Next I saw workers carting away the whole row of seats to be washed, burned, or buried, under nuclear waste perhaps.

On the way to Seattle I saw stinkypants a few rows away getting wasted.
He periodically shot me dirty looks, as if it was all my fault.

True story, bro.

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