When my mother was taken to the hospital, I was on a trip.
I had to book an emergency flight and get home to her.
I didn’t want her to think I wasn’t going to get home before her surgery, so I called my sister and she put mom on the phone. She was in tears when I told her I would be home in about three hours. I would be there for her when she went into surgery. I had to go because they were calling to board my plane. When I got into the airplane, I wasn’t thinking about where I was seated. My mind was on my mom. Five minutes later, I was thinking about the seating. I was sitting next to a man that was twice my size, and taking up half my seat. He was tall and needed extra leg room, but they wouldn’t let him move. I offered to give him the outer seat, but he said it would be worse when he started tripping the stewards. I then noticed how stale the air felt. I had the personal air vent pointed right at my face, but the air quality was even worse that way. The air vent was pouring out recycled air, and it was horrid. I was about to gag, the air quality was so bad. The man next me leaned over and asked if I was smelling anything off? I told him the air quality was bad, and there was nothing they could do to fix it until we landed. I planned on renting a car when I got off the plane, that way I would have excellent air conditioning and air quality on my way to the hospital.