There are times when I feign ignorance about the travel industry and lead the listener to believe that my occupation is that of a hand model. "Oh yeah, I'm the official wrist of Rolex and Patek Phillipe." For if I dare mention my former airline affiliation or current travel agency employment, a floodgate of lengthy travel stories will deluge me. "There we were in Amsterdam awaiting our flight to Tangiers when...and then we sat next to the this crying..." You get the idea.

This week, I came across a travel story worthy of retelling, one that floats to the top as the poopiest travel story of recent memory. And as a former hand model, I wouldn't touch this incident with a ten-foot pinkie, but I'll let you read all about it. 

The Seattle Times: Passengers on trans-Atlantic flight endure sewage in aisles.