Throwing Poo

It's not like air travel isn't already bad enough.  On a good trip you get to enjoy recirculated farts, a thimble-full of soda and fat/annoying seat companions.  A bad one offers weather delays, mid-flight mechanical failures, terrorists, and worst of all, canceled drink service due to turbulence. 

Then I read about some shitdick with tuberculosis who has been jet-setting around the globe on commercial aircraft.  That's tubercu-fucking-losis.  TB.  You know, the deadly infectious disease that can be transmitted airborne.  Only this asshole has some sort of uber TB that he got from Krypton or screwing monkeys or something.  Just the guy you want to spend four hours with in an enclosed capsule.

Now, with ten flights in the next four weeks, I have to worry about being sandwiched between this fucker and some missionary-come-home who's busy scratching at his flesh-eating virus.  The best I can hope for is the flu.