A few years ago, I had just gotten settled into my seat next to a young woman who was clearly having a rough day. I'm not one to engage with strangers, but after seeing how distressed she was, I asked her if she was okay. She said she had had too much to drink and wasn't feeling well and asked if I could call the flight attendant for assistance. The attendant came, and we determined a barf bag might be necessary, so she left to get one. Unfortunately, the bag didn't arrive in time. The woman ... mortified ... had already barfed all over herself.
Fortunately for me, there was an empty seat a few rows back that the flight attendant quickly escorted me to.
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