The World’s Scariest Travel Stories: A Real Scream, #7 in a Series — Don’t Drink and Fly
I’m on a red-eye flight from Washington D.C. to Charlotte, North Carolina. “Can the seats be any closer together?â€? I think to myself. Then, once settled in and slightly comfortable, the large sweaty man sitting next to me begins ordering vodka tonics as if the flight was his last. One by one, I watched as…