A Passenger Refused To Move His Foot On My Seat Until I Taught Him A Lesson

it, the faint suggestion of a smirk on his face. A game, apparently.

The smell had reached the point where the passengers nearest to us were no longer being discreet about their discomfort. I heard murmuring. I saw people shifting in their seats.

“Your foot smells,” I said, more directly now. “It’s bothering the people around you. Please remove it.”

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