Arriving at the airport with an hour to spare I was informed at the gate that I could take an earlier flight if I wanted. I took the boarding pass and went to grab some food. The gate agent told me that flight would leave at 130 and I wasn't too far from the gate. While waiting on my food they announced final boarding for my flight. As soon as my food arrived I ran to the gate and boarded. I figured with open boarding and being so late I would be stuck with a middle seat in the back. Instead I boarded a flight with no more than 30 people. Every person had their own row and there were still a dozen or more rows empty.
I settled into a spot and then looked at my fresh out of the oven steaming hot pizza. I was starving, but I also didn't want to be 'that guy'. There are few things worse than being in a non restaurant space (office, bus, airplane, etc.) with someone eating hot aromatic food. I don't care if I love the food and it smells great or if it is week old fish it sucks. My coworkers used to regularly cook bacon and it was horrible. Flashback to the present and I am that guy. I devoured the pizza as fast as I could with the air vents blasting me in hopes of diffusing the smell. I don't know if it bothered anyone, but I was quite annoyed with myself.
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