My worst pickle moment was surprisingly at 30,000 feet on the old Eastern shuttle on a flight out of LGA (I’m dating myself). I had purchased several containers of sour pickles from my favorite supplier (see comments above about Guss’) and had put them in the overhead rack along with my carry-on. This was in the pre-security days when you could still pack just about anything but your machatonim in your carry-on. Somehow the cap on one container came loose and on the approach descent into Logan, the pickling liquid leaked out and dripped down the overhead rack from near the back to the front of the aircraft. Was perhaps my most geshmak flight and since the whole plane quickly had that smell, the flight attendants never figured out where it was coming from.
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