You know how sometimes you're sitting on a plane and the guy next to you reeks of body odor and booze? That was me a couple days ago. Long story, but after a canceled flight, a dash to the airport in a car, and then a 15 minute mad run across the entire Atlanta airport, I was sweaty, unshowered and reeked like the floor of the bar at the wedding I'd been to hours earlier. I asked the guy sitting next to me on the plane to trade seats with my girlfriend, but he declined and said something like, "I'm an aisle guy." Don't worry pal, I totally get that. But at least now I don't have to feel bad about sitting next to you for the next couple hours.
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