On a flight in F recently, a B6 FA brought on the strongest smelling take-out dinner and just left it in a leaky styrofoam package. Several remarks of the subtle variety failed to get her to realize it was not pleasant. Finally, I said "please finish it -- it smells quite strong." She said "strong good or strong bad."

"You really want me to tell you?"

"Yeah"

"Smells like vomit."

"Oh."

She moved back to Y, leaving me with an empty seat next to me