I do have one that beats the hairball. Getting air sick on a 12 hour overnight flight to another country when there are no air sick bags available. Not only did I manage to puke on myself (twice, the third time I actually made it to the bathroom), I also had to attempt to clean myself off in the airplane bathroom. I don't think I did too good a job, as I could smell myself for the next 10+ hours before we got to the hotel so I could change. I didn't get much sleep either, so going through customs was extra, extra fun.
The poor drug sniffing dog at the airport got one whiff of me and backed off real quick. I was too miserable to feel bad for him at the time.
I should not be laughing. I should not. Dramamine is my best buddy. Drug sniffing dog wanting nothing to do with you was for the win. And yes, there are times when the concept of being put out of one's misery feels like a kindness.
I didn't have Dramamine on me because I use to never get air sick. I wasn't expecting it. I've since discovered that if the flight is more than 4 hours, I now need to take some Dramamine in order to be fine. Doing that, I was fine on the 16 hour flight to Hawaii.
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Date: 12/19/10 01:11 am (UTC)The poor drug sniffing dog at the airport got one whiff of me and backed off real quick. I was too miserable to feel bad for him at the time.
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Date: 12/19/10 02:05 am (UTC)Drug sniffing dog wanting nothing to do with you was for the win. And yes, there are times when the concept of being put out of one's misery feels like a kindness.
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Date: 12/19/10 12:39 pm (UTC)