The guilty party was the one debarking with an ear-to-ear grin.

So are we talking about a small commuter plane of a 747? Volume matters! Ultimately the solution to pollution is dilution!

The mad farter (aka Sgt Sphincter of the Dirt Patrol) and his noxious cloud of green "pig farm" gas strikes again.

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I've been on flights that should have been evacuated because of someone's ass-turbulence. My worst was on a MD88 from ATL-PHL. Had the misfortune of sitting near the rear lavs when some guy laid an egg back there - and we hadn't even left the gate yet!

This thread is cracking me up.

I will also add - it may be medical related. Ie is it possible a colostomy bag was opened?

I work in hospitals and I have smelled some 'medical-grade' odors that could peel paint.

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I've crop dusted many an airplane, but sadly I can't say I've ever triggered an evacuation. I suppose now I have a goal to aim for.

No more prune and anchovy vindaloo for me.....

tac

For the record, I fly Delta. I was at home at the time of the incident.

With that said, when I was on the department our Central station was four bays wide and two deep with doors on both ends so that you could drive through. We had a guy that could clear the entire apparatus bay with one little "beeerp". Some of the even swore a dripping green could would form at times behind him.

One day a sign appeared in the locker room bathroom that said

THE BRAVEST MEN IN THE HOUSE SHAVE WHILE <last name omitted> TAKES A DUMP

Had a big redheaded guy that worked out on the floor. He was famous for his handi work.
He was an artist, or a magician. He could telegraph them a hundred feet, I swear. I don't know if he could read the air currents or what but you could see his victims succumb and look around and he's at his workstation 50 - 100 feet away just laughing his ass off. He cleared a meeting room more than once and was quite proud of it. If he ever asked you if you smelled something burning... he like you and was doing you a favor... RUN!!!

Link to original video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xEYInUvLalQ

In a mech infantry company we used to close the hatches and fart brawl. It was like survivor, only without the dignity and decorum.

I once worked with a woman like Sig2340's fellow traveler. She smelled so bad one day my eyes teared and my throat closed up. I had to leave the room. Rankest thing I ever smelled.

This thread is hilarious.

Once my company of combat engineers deployed to Panama. The whole unit went on a single civilian chartered L1011. I still feel a little sorry for that civilian air crew, with a whole combat unit subscribing to the mantra "the best defense is a good offense." All the officers were up in 1st class, but it was mayhem back with us enlisted folks.

The ultimate Dutch oven. Wait for the doors to close, then release the hounds.

A few years ago I was working in Taiwan. The night before we flew back to the U.S. I mistakenly decided to try the local delicacy of "1000 year old eggs". The egg "white" was translucent and the color of iced tea. The yoke was a combination of blue, black, and green. I only ate one of the eight slices it came in. On the flight half way home I knew "exactly" when that egg fart surfaced. So did the 30 people in my immediate vicinity.
LOL

Last I heard it was a mechanical issue.

Cap'n Eddie "Shitter was full!"

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Passed gas forces passengers off plane

My dog could do that. She's cleared the house before... but a human? Something there ain't right.

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Passed gas forces passengers off plane

My dog could do that. She's cleared the house before... but a human? Something there ain't right.

I had a co-worker, Leonard, back in my retail hardware days who's farts were legendary. They inspired many tales of his prowess. They would linger, and spread, and were incredibly potent.

A fella who had to often work side by side with him actually complained to management about his gas. It was rumored his farts were the reason his wife left him. I recall hearing the child of a customer cry to her mother "MOMMY, WHAT'S THAT SMELL?!?!?" as one of Leonard's air biscuits wafted over the counter and out onto the sales floor.

One time I was downwind of him and one traveled about 40 feet to assault my nostrils. I was cutting some sections of hardware cloth for a customer and couldn't leave the area; it was brutal. Another time he had been on the nut, bolt & screw aisle a couple of minutes before. I saw the manager head down that aisle and I snickered to myself, only seconds later to hear him yell "LEONARD!"

His farts were so obnoxious, he even told of a time when his dog was on the couch with him. Leonard "let one go," the dog looked up at him, leapt off the couch, and ran out of the room.