Flying just isn’t that fun anymore. Everyone’s grumpy, things are crowded and, with airlines now charging for pillows and blankets, will they soon start charging for toilets?
And how to go under the door if you don’t have a quarter?
A frequent flying food safety friend and barfblog reader sends along her latest observations from the friendly skies:
• No offense against your species, but about 90 per cent of the men did not shut the door upon exit; reached over and closed it a couple times, but became hopeless over time.
• Repeatedly, folks of both species came out with toilet paper on their shoes that scraped off on the carpet next to my seat or just in front/behind it. The stewardess did discrete rounds and picked the paper scraps up in a swift arc from the floor to a plastic bag attached (also discretely) next to the lavatory door. Handwashing didn’t appear to be part of the toilet paper pick-up protocol – so far as I could tell.
• People are way bigger slobs and poop a lot more on planes than I ever imagined, pew.