

Slightly unrelated, but last time I vomited during a flight they refused to take the bag and throw it away. I had to sit there for 6 hours, holding an uncloseable plastic bag full of my own vomit. Next to other passengers. Like, I get that it’s technically some kind of hazard waste that flight attendants shouldn’t have to handle, but the alternative is me potentially accidentally spilling it on or near other passengers. I had to carry it off the plane with me like it was my carry-on. It was absolutely ridiculous.
You just reminded me that I knew a boomer who would constantly say how important it was to be in touch with your feelings. He was really proud of himself for painting his bedroom pink (for his wife, I guess, who didn’t actually care what color it was). Dude was still abusive AF. It was very confusing.