this morning was the third and final day of my trip. got to the airport in san antonio, bought my coffee and breakfast scone, and got onto the plane in a happy mood. as we walked to the back of the plane all conversations stopped. "oh my god what is that smell?" you guessed it, vomit.
gross. gaggingly gross.
the lights still had not been turned on yet but our noses could pretty much pin point the throw-up area. lucky for us (i'm being sarcastic here) we were at an outstation, which means that southwest has contracted cleaners that clean the planes at night. they decided they would clean it up "the best we could." ha! so now, it not only hasn't really been cleaned but oh yes, the puke has been cooking in the plane overnight. and where was i standing when i first discovered the smell?? right in the middle of it.
naturally i couldn't fly with the stench that bad...let alone enjoy my coffee and scone. we had one of our own ground employees come on and spray lysol and when that didn't work i smashed some coffee grounds into the area. helped a little...well, not really. we had to get on our way though so i held a coffee bag in front of my face for take off, avoided the area completely during flight, and coffeed my face again for landing. talk about an awful experience! once we got to the next city they had better cleaning utensils, but the gals and i still ripped perfume samples out of magazines and spread them pretty much around the whole back of the plane to help improve the smell. by the fourth leg, yes i had to fly in puke plane for about 6 hours, i really couldn't smell anything normal.
ah, the joys of my job.
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