Flight attendant, where’s the barf bags?

Up up and away.

My preference is to fly alone.  I can relax and not be bothered with others flying issues.  It gets complicated when others that demand my attention.  Especially when my oldest and youngest daughters had flown with me.

Let me explain.  The most stressful flying was when traveling with my two daughters either separately or together.  Flying with them and hoping they don’t succumb to motion sickness.  What to do when they indicate they might barf.  and they often did when younger.  Big time!

It all started with my oldest.  Just take her near an airport and she starts complaining travel sickness.  Monica, the oldest, up-chucked just walking into the airport waiting area.  Barfed with no means to clean it up. 

Then one-time inflight Monica complained she was going to throw up.  So, she did.  All over the aircraft seat cushion and then I had to run her back to the plane’s lavatory and hold her back so she wouldn’t fall in the toilet.  Then the flight attendant scolded us for being out of our seats during a “fasten your seat belt” event.  And this happened several flights after.  Once when we were flying home after her college sophomore year in California.  “Dad, I don’t think I can fly today.  Can we wait until tomorrow?”  So, we did that.

Then there was my youngest daughter.  Her prelude to sickness was loud moaning and groaning.  And when she did bring it up it was a throaty w-a-a-a-a!  A Rore heard from the flight deck door to the back gally.  And it all came up.

Then the next time she indicated barfing, I had to have her count backwards from 100 to one and not skip a number in sequence.  This worked a time or two.

Then when we were flying from Tulsa with a stop in Pheonix we repeated the routine and made to Pheonix without a stomach eruption.  but while the aircraft was sitting at the jetway ramp and a flight crew change, a ‘helpful’ flight attendant asked all the kids onboard if they wanted to come with her and eat some pizza.  Boy was my youngest happy.  So, they all went to the pizza concession and ate pizza then came back and resumed their places on the aircraft with broad smiles.

Then we took off and my youngest started her prelude to throwing up once again.  Loud mournful wailing.  So, I grabbed a barf bag and the helpful flying attendants back my bag up with a larger plastic trash bag.  Then here it came like a volcano.  Reprocessed pizza.

Yes, I like to fly alone and now you know why.  And then you ask me, what’s up Chuck?