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    Tuesday
    20Oct2009

    Adult Only Flights?

    (note: video not from my actual  flight, but the effect was VERY similar)

    So I just got back from Vegas, and my trip kinda sucked a dick due to a boring set of circumstances which I'll (mostly) spare you from.

    Howevever, I will tell you the following:

    1. I got some weird 24-hour flu bug the day before I came back.

    2. Concerned about my need to run to the bathroom and barf, I got myself an aisle seat, as opposed to my normal window seat.

    For any of you who have ever experienced being sick while not at home, you know the hellishness that that entails. I was DREADING the flight home and, just praying for smooth skies and a friendly flight attendant who would give me extra diet coke when I needed it. And, man, did I need it, because the last cherry-on-top of the cake fuckery that befell me was this: the karmic payment for my aisle seat was that I was wedged in between two bratty, screaming, crying, tantrum-throwing little girls.

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