As my journey begins, people are still boarding the plane when a little girl standing in the crowded aisle throws up on the carpet right next to my seat. My nose must have been a little blocked, I didn't notice it so much, but the woman next to me could clearly not stand it. How's that for cognitive dissonance? She didn't speak to me the rest of the flight. I'm the guy that reminds her of the smell of vomit.
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