a screaming baby. I had just eaten some amazingly spicy mexican food, and had terrible gas. I had terrible gas and was unloading fart after fart. The sounds were muffled by the crying baby, but the stench was unbearable.

We had a stopover in Las Cruces, and the woman and her baby got off the plane, as well as another 10 or so passengers. The airplane then taxied to the runway and headed for phoenix. As we were taxiing over there were a few people behind me that started in on that mother.

"Why wouldn't she change that diaper?!!!" "That smelled like a dead skunk that had been decomposing!!" "I could smell that diaper all the way up here 10 rows ahead."

I slumped down in my seat to muffle my laughter, they were smelling my mexican farts!!!

20 minutes into the next leg to phoenix, I let a few more farts out. "I can still smell that diaper!" someone from the back called out.

"I want a refund, or compensation for having to smell that the whole flight!" another exclaimed.

So what I'm saying is, I think I know what your dog poo flight was like, lol.