We had only just found our seats and buckled in for our 5 hour flight to Portland, Or, when a horrible stale vomit-like stench filled the air. I wrinkled my nose and looked around. "What is that?!" I demanded of Heidi. She raised her eye brows and jerked her head back. I peered through the crack between the seats and immediately spied the problem. The eight-year-old boy behind us had taken off his shoes and you could practically see a greenish gas rising up from the floor. Just then the ventilation system went full blast, so I angled my overhead air back and down, and blew that kid's stinky foot odor right back to him.
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