UPDATE: I brought back this tip with me stateside for some of those sporty short flights on regionals in the western US.
The first in a series of post offering professional tips for Foreign Area Officers. As a FAO you will likely find yourself doing a fair share of travel on small, regional, aged, dated aircraft of questionable safety and sanitary standards--especially if you cover more than one country such as the case for me.
When there is so much that you CAN'T control--its important to control the things you can. Below is my ode to that most essential of travel aids: VAPORUB.
ODE TO VAPO RUB
As I board the crowded dated plane
i'm oppressed by the stale stank air
stagnant and seeping hot.
a cold bead of sweat
peels
down my side
As the last passengers are
crammed and shoved inside
I am slapped with such
a stankfunkystink
that I nearly gag
heart racing panic descends
as I am assaulted
my every effort consumes me
to not wrench my disgusted face
in the direction...directions?!
of this ancient sour stench
Surely I hope
surely you are with me
my confidant my savior
ahh yes, yes
you rest silently in my pocket
the smooth small curves of your cylinder body
always at the ready
Quickly I uncap you
my fingers dive in and swing
from your eucalyptus branches
heavens
I plunge your menthol rub the
into my nostrils to
and soaring
goes my countenance
as I am enveloped in your
analgesic caress
that blocks out and protects me
from the vile olfactory siege
laid up on me.
I close my eyes and smile
safely ensconced in your
mentholated eucalyptol
arms.
The first in a series of post offering professional tips for Foreign Area Officers. As a FAO you will likely find yourself doing a fair share of travel on small, regional, aged, dated aircraft of questionable safety and sanitary standards--especially if you cover more than one country such as the case for me.
When there is so much that you CAN'T control--its important to control the things you can. Below is my ode to that most essential of travel aids: VAPORUB.
ODE TO VAPO RUB
As I board the crowded dated plane
i'm oppressed by the stale stank air
stagnant and seeping hot.
a cold bead of sweat
peels
down my side
As the last passengers are
crammed and shoved inside
I am slapped with such
a stankfunkystink
that I nearly gag
heart racing panic descends
as I am assaulted
my every effort consumes me
to not wrench my disgusted face
in the direction...directions?!
of this ancient sour stench
Surely I hope
surely you are with me
my confidant my savior
ahh yes, yes
you rest silently in my pocket
the smooth small curves of your cylinder body
always at the ready
Quickly I uncap you
my fingers dive in and swing
from your eucalyptus branches
heavens
I plunge your menthol rub the
into my nostrils to
and soaring
goes my countenance
as I am enveloped in your
analgesic caress
that blocks out and protects me
from the vile olfactory siege
laid up on me.
I close my eyes and smile
safely ensconced in your
mentholated eucalyptol
arms.
Ha! This is why I always bring a long scarf with me, spraying it in perfume as I go through the Duty Freee shops :)
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