Once on my way back from China, there was an Italian guy with nasty stinking cheese feet sat behind me. It was so vile that I could smell that shit. When I got up to go to the bathroom, I saw his naked feet pressed against the back of my seat. I asked him nicely to put his socks on, not to be rude, but his feet were making me and my girl nauseous. He refused. So I told the guy, put your socks on and get your fucking nasty cheese feet off of the back of my chair, or the cops will be waiting for us at the airport. And you will be covered in negro puke until we touch down, about 10 hours from now.
The remainder of the flight was very nice.
