The most horrific flight I ever experienced was on Air Jamaica. The devil baby behind me screamed piercingly, bloodcurdlingly, at the top of its lungs the entire way from Kingston to JFK while its mother calmly read a book, ignoring her progeny and her increasingly fractious fellow passengers. The coup de grâce was copious vomiting upon landing.
If I had to pick a setting for disgusting habits, though, it would be the gym locker room.
From Mile High Peg.
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How apropos! Marty and I are currently sitting next to each other on a train, reading this piece. He just finished telling me how he recently was peeing when the train took a hard corner and he sprayed the whole wall. I think that should be added to this list of etiquette no-no's.
Haha! What a great visual.
Ask him about the alfalfa incident ... if you dare.
My sister-in-law has never recovered from seeing a woman clip her toe nails during the daily commute on the Boston T.
Best airplane meal I ever had was on a half hour flight from Canberra to Sydney - full meal on all real china with silverware.
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