I was on my way from Detroit to San Francisco yesterday. About 2.5 hours into the 4 hour flight I noticed a smell. Someone was seriously doing plane farts. It stunk so bad.
Ok, you're in an enclosed area with a bunch of people with no air ventilation. If you are going to fart, do it in the bathroom.
About 15 minutes before we landed, this Plane Farter unleashed the grand finale of something similar to a fireworks show. It was out of control. I couldn't wait to get off that farted up plane.
P.S. I also sat next to a woman and her less than a year old baby. And the plane farts was what messed up my flight, not the baby. The baby was good and kept grabbing my arm, which made me laugh. Imagine that.