I wonder, if at sea, would that attract sharks, or repell them?!

Funny, I wonder the same thing about the passengers.

even though i think this thread is pure drivel, this is an excellent post.

since there is a recent cheese thread, i just wanted to bump this one to see if there are any updates.

There was no cheese on the flight, but on the way to the East Coast this past weekend there was someone in the front cabin who really changed the atmosphere. At one point, it got so bad that I was almost hoping the oxygen masks could be pulled out by choice.

>>>>is pure drivel>>
Are you referring to the post or the global warming flatulence

Yes, on 226 yesterday someone was backing brownies up in the front. They were the really rotten kind, almost thick enough to taste, with that hot, wet smell that permeates all corners of the olfactory sense.

The culprit no doubt was the broccoli nacho-sauce that masquerades as soup.

At least you got an upgrade. Serves you right.

What about for those of us who use hard-earned mileage to upgrade? Do we deserve to suffer??!

I knew my chances getting an EUA as a gold on a T fare from EWR-SEA was less than the chance of getting struck by lightning in the Atacama desert, so I used mileage to upgrade a few months ago. Imagine my dismay when the platinum who got pulled up to the front by the gate agent at the last minute sat next to me and proceded to flatulate and belch for the next 6 hours. Being a 737, there wasn't much room for the stench to go so it just stuck around the front cabin the entire flight! Part of me (my nose) really wished they would have at least opened the curtain between first and coach and had the captain ascend to a higher altitude so at least some of the smell would have rolled back to the back cabin. But alas that didn't happen.

Well, part of me wanted to raise a big stink about it with customer care or escalate to COInsider to get my mileage back. But instead, I have remained silent (but fortunately not violent).

Anyway, this thread is like a stench to my nostrils so I think I will look for one that is more like a breathe of fresh air.

Yes - two of my four flights in F this weekend involved flatulent individuals. Fortunately, the flatulence on each flight was only sporadic, and not of the level that J.Edward describes (and, yes, I thought of this thread as the flatulence was occurring).

>>>Yes, on 226 yesterday someone was backing brownies up >>>
The modern term for this is prairie dogging, if you can get the picture

ABSOLUTELY TOTALLY 100% GUILTY of using someone else squeezing the cheese to cover my own jet blast. And I did not think about it, but I think another poster has it right, the changing cabin pressure may well have something to do with this.

I have a business partner who farts like a Howitzer and he has found an activated charcoal cushion to act as a blast pad. I'm told it's sold at Hammacher Schlemmer. I personally think that this would sell really well amongst us who travel fequently--and always seem to find ourselves on the airplane 12 hours after a particularly reactive dinner.

While we are likely to look with disdain at our cabin mate who just frafted a foul one, if you were sitting there and the PSI's are causing significant pain when you try to keep them from becoming CFM's, you'd hope for a little understanding. I personally try to make it to the lav before unleashing Dante's Inferno, but sometimes the timing of the odoriferous emission fails to dovetail with the availability of the porcelain convenience, or even the seat belt light being off, this being your one and only indication that it's safe to move around the cabin.

Worse yet is the ones that are not silent but certainly deadly. You are then fighting two senses at once. I was on an America Worst Vomit Comet between PHX and SLC when we encountered moderate in flgiht turbulence, the kind that makes it really challenging to walk. The pitching and yawing was making my innards do the Shimmy Ko-Ko-Bop and the resulting gastric pyrotechnics were compounded by the FA telling me to sit down every time I tried to access the head.

The pain was getting worse and worse and I was wedged in next to some poor guy in the window seat. After several blasts, he turned and looked at em and simply said "dude." It was all he needed to say, I apologized profusely, he was irritated and I was in pain. Such is air travel.

The book "Everybody poops" should have a sequel: "Everybody Farts, Too."

--PP

Since the discussion seems to be wafting away from CO somewhat, I'll step up and admit that I was causing problems on my B6 flights last week. My S/O was giving me cranky looks as she realized that what she was smelling wasn't coming from the vent.