Plane bad behaviour? Nappy changing and other things
In the title of my last post, I hinted at something to do with a nappy (that’s British for diaper in case you are American). Because the post contained pictures of food, I didn’t think it appropriate to elaborate on nappy matters there. But now the time has come. The nappy incident occurred after the first meal service on my SAS flight from Hong Kong to Stockholm. Sitting behind me in a single seat was a man who spent most of the flight sleeping and passing wind unashamedly loudly. Culture difference, maybe? So when a rather pungent smell (to put it politely) wafted through the cabin after the main meal service, I assumed it was connected to his melodious flatulence. But the smell lingered. In the middle seats, there was young couple with a small child, maybe about four years old. Throughout the flight, she had demanded and they had obeyed. What she was demanding I have no idea due to language differences, but I could guess from the tone of what she was saying that there was a seriou