Take on the worst of the worst

I always thought that if you got together a bunch of people who travel a lot they could spend hours exchanging war stories of delays, reroutings, deicing, missed runways, turbulence, food poisoning, gross hotels, irritating fellow passengers, lost luggage and various other battle scars. I have basically dedicated a five year blog about the stuff I hate about traveling.
But the one I read today about a guy bitching that they turned around the flight because somebody dropped a horrific deuce in the toilet takes the cake. I mean the fact you turns around and are stuck in Heathrow for a full day sucks but who the hell wants to be on a 10 hour flight with the smell of a truck pisser invading the aisles. I have to move subway cars if I catch myself on one with one of those gigantic homeless people who smell like a combination of urine, dog shit and decaying flesh and could not imagine sitting for a half a day in seat 56E. Thus is the one time the airline was right