The Man Behind Me Used My Airplane Seat as a S0ck Drying Rack

At first, I thought somebody’s blanket had slipped over my seat.

Then I smelled it.

Imagine a gym locker that had been locked since Thanksgiving. » » » »

Now imagine somebody warming it in a microwave.

I slowly turned my head.

Two socks hung over the top of my seat.

They had probably been white once.

The soles were gray-brown, the heels were nearly black, and the fabric around the toes looked suspiciously damp.