I’ve previously shared my ten airport commandments on the blog.
And you already know how I feel about flying with dogs.
But I’ve never really openly discussed how I feel about people eating Taco Bell on planes. Honestly, I’ve never really needed to discuss such a thing.
Until last night’s flight from ‘Sota to Seattle, that is.
Let me be very clear about how I feel about Taco Bell on commercial aircraft.
I don’t like it.
Particularly when the culprit waits until we’ve been in the air for over two and a half hours to open her ever-so-fragrant bag of grade-D meat burritos.
Especially when I’m already failing miserably at restraining a very hungry, and surprisingly strong chihuahua.