Seat 29E

On the train home tonight I listened to a podcast that contained the following letter.
It was just too good not to post...

Dear Continental Airlines,

I am disgusted as I write this note to you about the miserable experience I am having sitting in seat 29E on one of your aircrafts.

As you may know, this seat is situated directly across from the lavatory, so close that I can reach out my left arm and touch the door.

All my senses are being torutred simultaneously. It's difficult to say what the worst part about sitting in 29E really is?

Is it the stench of the sanitation fluid that is blown all over my body every 60 seconds when the door opens? Is it the wooosh of the constant flushing? OR is it the passengers asses that seem to fit into my personal space like a pronographic jig-saw puzzel?

I constructed a stink-shield by shoving one end of a blanket into the overhead compartment-while effetive in blocking at least some of the smell and offering a small bit of privacy, the ass-on my body factor has increased, as without my evil glare passengers feel free to lean up against what they think is some kind of blanketeed wall. The next ass that touches my shoulder will be the last!

I am picturing a board room full of executives giving props to the young promising engineer that figured out how to sueeze an additional row of seats onto this plane by putting them next to the Lav. I would like to flush his head in the toilet that Ia me close enough to touch and taste, from my seat.

Putting a seat here was a very bad idea. I just hear a man Groan in there!This sucks!

DEPICTION OF A MANS BUTT IN MY FACE

Worse yet, is I've paid over $400.00 for the honour of sitting in this seat! Does your company give refunds? I'd like to go back where I came from and start over.

Seat 29E coudl only be worse if it was located inside the bathroom. I wonder if my clothing will retain the sanitizing odor...what about my hair! I feel like I'm bathing in a toilet bowl of blue liquid, and ther is no man in a little boat to save me. I am filled with a deep hartred for your plane designer. and a general dis-ease that may last for hours.

We are finally decending and soon I will be able to tear down the stink-shield, but the scars will remain. I suggest that you initiate immediate removeal of this seat from all of your crafts. Just remove it, and leave the smouldering brown hoe empty a place for sturdy/non-absorbing luggage maybe, but not human cargo.

[-a rather disgruntled passenger]