I could not figure out how I got caught in an isolated snow storm while sitting in the cabin of 747 at the San Diego Airport. After a brief moment of panic, I scoured the walls, the ceiling, well everything in view to find its source. I looked under my seat, out the window, and inside the magazine pocket. Nothing. As I hummed in confusion and positioned myself against the seat back to buckle up for take-off, it became apparent. The lady sitting ahead of me had her air vent on, and it was blowing HER flakes of dandruff around my face. Gag.
Moments later, the plane condensated cold-water drips onto my lap to complete the perfect storm.
#vomitbagstatus
