You were on my United Airlines flight from Chicago to Los Angeles last Thursday. You should have been in bed instead.
I was seated two rows ahead of you in first class and for most of the flight was treated to sounds from you including a relentless cough and the unpleasant sound of spitting phlegm into a paper towel. It was the spitting, exaggerated like an animal writhing in pain, that frequently caused heads to turn. You made a spectacle of yourself.
During the pandemic, I thought masks should be voluntary. I still do. But you’re the type of person who should be wearing a mask if you insist on flying when you are sick. It is cruel and selfish to step onboard a confined metal tube with 180 other passengers and then proceed to cough and spit the entire flight.
Your paper towel was at least six inches from you. Every time you spit into it, airborne particles flew everywhere.
Including toward me.
And guess what I am doing this morning?
Now I’m coughing like a madman. And spitting too.
And I bet I’m not the only one.
So maybe the next time you step onboard a plane with a horrible cough and choose to spit instead of swallow, you 1.) wear a mask, and 2.) get up and go to the lavatory when you need to spit, and 3.) consider just staying home until you feel better.
Your seatmate in 4A
Note: there is no row six on a United Airlines 737 MAX 9