I shudder every time someone gleefully mentions how they slide their bags under airplane seats -- ON THE FLOOR!!!
Don't they know what's been on that floor?
People's shoes. More specifically, the SOLES of people's shoes. Hundreds of people. THOUSANDS of people. Maybe even MILLIONS.
Shoes that have traipsed all over the streets of New York City. Don't they know what's on the streets and sidewalks of New York?
Puke.
Pee.
Dog poop.
Bird poop.
Even people poop (I've seen it happen).
Crushed cockroaches.
Rat guts.
Spoiled milk.
Axle grease.
And people walk all over it. Then they walk into JFK, and onto the airplane. With their shoes.
And then they sit down and put their feet ... under the seat ahead of them.
And then they leave.
And along comes that poor unsuspecting Tom Bihn owner who blithely slides his Western Flyer/Pilot/bag of choice on top of that cesspool of filth.
AND THEN!!!
He pulls it out, hooks the strap over his shoulder, and PRESSES THE BAG AGAINST HIS BODY!!!
(*CATCHING MY BREATH*)
But wait -- that's not all!!
When he finally gets home, he plops his Bihn bag -- on his bed! Sometimes -- ON HIS PILLOWS!!!! Where he rests his weary head.
It's like snuggling up face-down on The Bowery.
Thoughts???