Seated next to my brother from LA to Moscow. Thirteen hour flight. Unfortunately he bindged on beef jerky and dried chili mangoes a few hours before departure.

It wasn't just the head turning silent but violent odor, but when he'd get up to go I was thinking I'd get some relief only to smell again the exhale of the soft seat he was sitting on.

It was like we were little boys again, trying to contain our laughter after experiencing the predicament of his heavy air and my nowhere to go.