Where I write about stuff that happened to me before I forget
Saturday, September 11, 2010
in a perfect world
When my cousins were very young, we sat together on a flight to Hong Kong. The weather was pretty bad and there was a lot of turbulence. We couldn't land and the passengers were getting airsick and projectile vomiting all over the place. Plus there were babies screaming for no apparent reason, and even the adults were throwing tantrums.
After that flight, I told my aunt to keep my cousins away from me until they turned 18 years old.
From my favorite "news" source, Yahoo! News:
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This next bit, about child-free zones in airplanes? Heaven!