Chapter 34
Chapter Thirty-Four
I didn’t have a window seat on the flight to New Zealand. I was on the end, which suited me fine because I didn’t feel so boxed in and I could get to the toilet quickly if I needed to. It turned out the man with the big beard and stinky shit was on my flight too, but I figured he probably wouldn’t need another one because most people only have a poo once a day, right?
Wrong. This man needed to shit four times. FOUR TIMES. And I knew this because my seat was in the last row nearest to the toilets and he left the same smell every time the door opened. I honestly didn’t think I could feel so dirty without touching someone but he took my OCD to another level. I felt like I wanted to pour my sanitiser up my nose and down my throat and I actually did the third time he got up (not down my throat, I dabbed a bit on my finger and rubbed it just inside my nostrils to take away the stench that clung to them). It actually worked until he got up and did it again.
The only plus side to sitting where I was and going through what I went through was that there was no one else sat next to me. I had a whole seat space between me and the woman by the window, and she was quiet and clean (I saw her wipe her hands). She had her headphones on and I swear she’d taken something for the flight because she didn’t open her eyes the whole way there. So I closed mine too.
When I opened them, I’d landed in New Zealand.