If you were me, this is how your last flight would have gone….
3:30 AM: Wake up.
3:31 AM: Snooze.
3:40 AM: Curse yourself for choosing a 7 AM flight.
4:30 AM: Pat yourself on the back for not forgetting anything.
5:30 AM: Arrive at airport. Realize you forgot your pillow for the 5+ hour flight.
6:30 AM: Meet up with other coworkers. One gives you flavored vodka.
7:00 AM: Plane takes off. Fall asleep.
7:45 AM: Wake up feeling nauseous despite the dramamine.
7:46 AM: Try to wait it out.
7:47 AM: Contemplate if it’s better to puke in the bag or climb over 2 people to go to the bathroom.
7:48 AM: Envision enough puke to overflow the bag and decide on the bathroom.
7:49 AM: Faint in bathroom.
?:??: Wake up on bathroom floor and wonder how long you were out.
?:??: Check yourself for puke. There is none.
?:??: Wait to see if you’re going to puke.
?:??: Embarrassed that people will think you fell in (or are going #2), return to your seat.
7:55 AM: Tell your coworker you fainted. Remember the flavored vodka he gave you.
7:57: AM: Curse your doctor for prescribing an antibiotic you can’t drink with.
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