A few minutes later, a big, heavy, strong, mean-looking, hulking guy plops down in the seat next to him.
The huge man glares threateningly at his neighbor, crowds the little guy so much that he’s flattened against the window, and immediately falls asleep.
After the plane takes off, the little guy starts to feel a little air sick…, but he’s afraid to wake the big guy up to ask if he can go to the bathroom.
After a few attempts, he realizes that he can’t climb over him, and so the little guy is sitting there, looking at the big guy, trying to decide what to do.
Suddenly, the plane hits an air pocket and an uncontrollable wave of nausea passes over the little fellow. He just can’t hold it in any longer and finally pukes all over the big guy’s chest.
About five minutes later the big guy wakes up, looks down, and sees the vomit all over him.
“So,” the little guy says brightly, “are you feeling better now?”
