Originally Posted by
53flyer
OP here...the parents were both German.
Every country has its share of clueless people.
Originally Posted by
Moineau
That floor is even filthier now after those two little poo-machines have been writhing and dribbling all over it.
Ah, fond memories of the dribbler. His parents were split between F and Economy and the dribber was a lap child (a very large lap child). His parents let him run back and forth for five hours between Mom and Dad, and the FA only intervened after he spent many minutes pounding on the emergency exit door in front of F.
After noticing a rather pungent odour next to my F aisle seat, I looked down and saw that someone needed a change. He had left his wet brown trail all the way down the aisle and back again...
