Have you ever encountered a seatmate who is high as a kite? I did on a United flight in California (of course) yesterday.
I’ll say this, which I hope you can appreciate. First, I am agnostic about pot legalization: while I detest the smell of marijuana, I don’t think sufficient harm has been shown to proscribe its recreational use.
But like cigarettes, my mantra is this: keep it to yourself.
Being “high” manifests itself in different ways for different people. The passenger had red/watery eyes, but was absolutely mellow on the flight, surfing Instagram, chatting on his phone, and finally sleeping for most of the flight.
So what’s the problem?
He smelled like a coffee shop in Amsterdam. Oh my goodness, the skunk-like smell was so strong it was overpowering. I don’t know if you can get high from second hand fumes, but I had to breathe from my mouth the entire flight. Thankfully, there was an open middle seat between us: I could not imagine being only one seat away.
I don’t know about you, but strong smells are worse than tight legroom, poor service, and horrible food. When someone douses themselves in perfume or cologne, has body odor issues, or, as in this case, is saturated in the stench of a controlled substance, the discomfort is unbearable and unescapable.
So here’s the moral of the story: enjoy your pot, but if you are going to spend the morning smoking weed then at least have the courtesy to shower before your flight.
My friend @ChrisFlyerDC chimed in on Twitter: “Hope it’s a short trip“. Thankfully, it was…