I once had a couple consecutive really bad bus rides. On the first leg, from Atlanta to Tulsa, a lady talked to god and drew strange runes with her finger on the seat in front of us. I hated her so much. After sitting in Tulsa (an awful place) most of the day, I rode to Milwaukee. It was OK at first, but in St. Louis a woman sat in front of me and put two rambunctious kids in the seat next to me, and she had another two next to her. I completely loathed all of them for hundreds of miles.
I’ve had countless obese people remain in constant contact and sweat on me on random flights. I’ve also had drunks try to befriend me on flights. Vile human beings.
Another memorable shitty moment was on a flight from O’Hare to Madison. I was sitting on the bench seat in the back of a small plane. We were on the tarmac for like 45 additional minutes without air conditioning and it was mid-July. Of course there was a giant fatass next to me in full contact, sweating on me. Then someone farted, and not just a normal “hey this will be gone in 30 seconds” kind of fart. More like someone opened a can of sewage. It lingered in the back of that humid, thick atmosphere of that shitty flight for way too long.