Hello, new anxiety.

UK sitcom: main character has a dodgy but celebrated local dish before heading home, and slowly dies inside as all efforts to stop fumigating rows 7-15 make it louder, more concentrated, and less comfortable. Has to call in to work after the emergency landing to say he won’t be making it on-schedule… and his boss says, they know, they watched the news.

US sitcom: main character sits next to that guy, and agonizes between asking the plane to turn around over a little flatulance, and the increasingly sincere possibility of getting killed by a fart. Everyone who glances over assumes it’s his fault because he’s the one who looks ill. He’s saved from making a decision when the woman behind him stands up and fully faints. The credits shot is him on the next flight, seated between a couple having a snippy breakup, looking serenely unbothered by their bickering as he takes a deep breath.