The Rest of the Story

After I wrote yesterday about the vomit on the plane, I realized the story may not have been as self-explanatory as I first thought. It probably sounded like someone threw up on me while I was on the plane, which would definitely have been nasty but not the airline's fault. That wasn't what happened. The crew was in such a hurry to turn around the plane that no one cared that someone on the previous flight had vomited. They all knew it was there, and yet they continued to board passengers. My seat was the one next to the one that took the hardest hit, so I guess no one noticed that it too had vomit on it. In my haste to sit down so other passengers could board, I didn't notice either. At least I didn't notice until I saw it on the seat belt buckle and armrest, and began to smell it. As I mentioned in the email I copied here last night, it was on my clothes and not easily cleaned off in an airplane bathroom. That flight alone was ten hours long, then I had a two-hour stop in Chicago followed by a two or three hour flight home to Jacksonville. When I sat that I had wear someone else's vomit for fifteen hours, I wasn't exaggerating. Maybe it seems like I'm trying to cash in, but I really don't think $175.00 of flight credit is enough to compensate for that horrible experience. And now you know.