Joe's day was turning out to be pretty good till he boarded the plane. Wouldn't you know it, of all people, he's seated next to a mouth breathing neanderthal. And the smell! This guy reeked like a half dead leper bloating in a direct sun. Then, just when Joe's fourth vodka started kicking in, somewhere over Cleveland, this goon starts hacking up phlegm from deep in his putrid, maggot infested lungs. Joe was sure that the next global pandemic was being spawned right next to him. And the flight was full so there was no escape. Seats all taken. Lavatories occupied. Festering air continuously recirculating. Only 4 more hours to LA, he thought. But would he make it there alive? email: [email protected] web: www.michaeloster.com