Stories from Seat 13-B

I was heading home from Galveston on a late-night layover in Detroit. That week, hurricanes had whipped up waves in the Gulf and sent strong winds across the East Coast, wreaking havoc on flights. But weather wasn’t why I was stuck at the Delta gate… Read more: Trapped on the Tarmac with a Human Biohazard – How One Man’s Stench Earned Me an $800 Escape

I knew the flight was doomed when I got the middle seat between a man actively coughing up a lung and a woman who, within two minutes of takeoff, removed her shoes and socks. The scent hit me like an air marshal tackling an unruly… Read more: The Middle Seat from Hell: A Descent into Madness