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Flights Sunday, Dec. 10, 2006 - 2:45 a.m. This story caught my nose:
An American Airlines plane made an emergency landing in Nashville after passengers reported the smell of sulphur from burning matches. The matches were found on the seat of a woman who had attempted to conceal the odour of flatulence with the matches, Nashville airport authorities said. All 99 passengers and five crew left the plane while it was searched. The woman was questioned by the FBI but released without charge and allowed to board another American Airlines flight. "It was determined that she was trying to conceal body odour," said Lynne Lowrance of the Nashville Airport Authority. She had "no malicious intent but had struck matches which is against [Transport Security Administration] rules," Ms Lowrance said. The unidentified woman had an unspecified medical condition, Associated Press news agency said. She was carrying safety matches, which the TSA allows in carry-on luggage. The matches are not allowed to be struck, however. Wow, I guess gas distress is inversely proportion to brainpower in some folks. Besides, that striking matches to disguise farts thing is a big steaming pantload of falsehood. You are just disgusing one set of stinkage with another. If you're worried about leaving an odiferous zephyr, go and invest in some Ozium or something. --- I took quite a few pictures during my night flight, but this is the only one that was in focus: I don't remember where I was when this was taken, other than pretty far up. It was really clear on takeoff, and the extra glow of Christmas lights was really nice. --- Have a good Sunday. ---
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