I had boarded the aircraft, settled into my seat, fastened my seat belt, and prepared to enjoy several hours of uninterrupted travel.
I had no idea that the man sitting directly behind me would soon turn an ordinary flight into an unforgettable lesson in manners.
At first, the disturbance was subtle. I felt something pressing against the armrest beside me.
Assuming the passenger behind me had accidentally bumped it while adjusting his position, I shifted slightly and tried to ignore the inconvenience.
Then I noticed the smell.
It was unmistakable.
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Before I could fully understand what was happening, I glanced down and discovered that the man behind me had stretched one of his bare feet forward and placed it directly on my armrest.
His foot was resting where my arm was supposed to go.
For a moment, I stared at it in disbelief.
The situation was so ridiculous that I almost wondered whether I had misunderstood what I was seeing.
