A little guy gets on a plane and sits on his allocated middle seat.
A few minutes later, a huge, heavy, mean-looking, hulking guy plops down in the seat next to him and immediately falls asleep.
Twenty minutes into the flight, the little guy starts to feel a little airsick, but he’s afraid to wake up the big guy to ask if he can go to the toilet.
He knows 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 through the little guy.
He can’t hold it in any longer and he pukes all over the big guy’s chest.
About five minutes later the big guy wakes up, looks down, and sees vomit all over him.
“So,” says the little guy, “are you feeling better now?”
