Exponential Conference #7: The Journey Home

I hate Southwest Airlines. "Hate" may be a strong word, but our last flight from Orlando to Las Vegas was torture. It wasn't just the fact that I was stuck on the end row where people constantly bumped into me on their way to the restroom. It wasn't just the larger lady that sat next to me who took half of my seat and didn't smell great. It wasn't the 5 kids that surrounded me throwing their respective fits in succession. Those all helped my distaste for the airline...

But the kicker (and if you have a weak stomach I suggest you stop reading now)...

There was puke... not cleaned up and smelling up the whole plane.

Home in two hours.