Now he is free to clip his toenails! :D

Captain I flew with last week who insisted on taking his shoes off and resting his aromatic, sock-clad feet on the FMS CDU the entire flight. Every time I had to make an input on the CDU I had to ask him to move his feet. What is with people like this?

This would make me glad my sense of smell isn't so hot.

That would make my sense of silence go away. Some things need to be addressed.

On top of having to ask him to move his feet, you're also getting whatever nastiness is on his feet on to your hands. Sloppy seconds. :eek:

Soooooooo foot fetish?

Not enough chlorine in the gene pool.

Possible fixes:

Subtle: Pointedly stick your CDU hand down your pants (grunting and squirming), and scratch your crotch aggressively. Mutter, "Dirty little buggers!" while you do. The next time you reach over to input something, wiggle your fingers a bit...or look at them up close for a brief second first.

If he complains, tell him you think the ammonia in his socks will kill those little devils.

Not subtle: Tell him that every time he puts his stinky feet up there, you feel less guilty about rubbing yesterday's skivvies on his yoke. Yank your thumb toward your rollaboard as you say it.

When the dollies used to come up to the cockpit for a smoke, I would just put on my O2 mask. That usually handled it.:mad:

What was the big deal to ask him to move his dogs off the FMC and wipe it down with the sani-wipe?

Not so much tool but more of a: Are You Seeing This Shieeet??

05:15 Departure on an RJ, still dark outside. One row in front of me in First, rough looking (muscular, tattoos, scars, possible Veteran) guy on 2D & business traveler looking older guy on 2F.

F/A's are done doing their thing and all cabins light comes off, and I do mean all, as in pitch black back there. Business dude decides to be the ONLY person on the entire plane to turn his reading light on, because why not. Guy didn't even have a newspaper out. The rough guy is not having it. NOPE, not today. So he immediately reaches up and fumbles around to turn it off, not finding the button like most people do.

After about 10seconds of twisting random things, the lens cover falls off. He proceeds to finally turn off the light by simply CRUSHING the bulb with his fingers. Deliberately. I closed my jaw shut and went to sleep. Commuting sucks.

SAVAGE.

I did exchange pleasantries with the guy on the jetbridge. Very nice bloke actually.