Today I had to fly in a teeny tiny little plane to Ft. Smith, AR - a total travel time by air of about an hour, one way. Driving takes 3 hours. There were 4 seats in a small cabin, 2 facing front and 2 facing back, a seat for the pilot and one more for other passenger up front. I meant to take some drammamine before hand because I haven’t ever flown on one of these planes before, but I accidentally left it at home. At first, it was fun - kind of like a roller coaster when you go racing down a slope and your stomach feels weightless? I absolutely love that feeling.

Then things got nasty on the way home. It had been raining all day long, and so there was a lot of wind and turbulence we had to fly through (not above the clouds, for those of you who’ve recently seen The Aviator). Two people were getting nauseous and suddenly my boss started throwing things out of his briefcase to use it as a barf bag. I quickly reached behind me where there were 3 paper bags (for such a purpose - but why only 3? i thought for a split second - when there are 5 people here with the potential to hurl?), handed two out and my boss immediately threw chunks, no less than 4 feet in front of me. and several times. his hurling nearly made everyone else do it, too, but luckily they managed to hold on.

Afterwards, no one was interested in lunch.