Speaking on behalf of those who have had one of the last remaining seats in the aircraft next to them, with the crew beginning to tighten up the ship, with the cabin door juuuuust about to close....

But then, "he" arrives. That last passenger bumping his way down the aisle, carrying assorted bags, wearing a wool sweater that hasn't been changed in two weeks. You know what you're in for even before you get that first whiff. You try to hold your breath when he sits down next to you, but then realize that you can't hold your breath the whole flight...

On behalf of those who have experienced this exquisite noxious indignity, the following doesn't sound all that bad!