Wind beneath my wings

On my flight back to New York from Chicago last night, my brother and I sat together in the front of the plane, and my dad got stuck alone in the back. A half hour into the flight, a space across the aisle from the brother and I opened up, so I fetched my father and urged him to the front.

After the flight, my father, who was envious that his children did not have to sit with strangers, remarked "I went from sitting next to fat guy to sitting next to a guy who was farting the whole time."

"Don't worry," my brother replied "Jessie was also sitting next to a guy who was farting the whole time."

Nice work, Stinkbot.