That Was A Close One...

So I'm on the connecting flight to LA on Friday morning. Waaay too much turbulence for anyone's liking. Especially the teenager sitting 2 seats away. Allow me to embellish. (Ready your barf bag.) A few hours prior, I glanced down at my boarding pass as I filed along with the other passengers down the aircraft aisle. Seat 37D. I was tired so as soon as I found my seat, I settled in and proceeded to close my eyes. "Excuse me, are you seat 37D? Bcz that's what my boarding pass says--I think you're in my seat." *Groan* I opened my eyes and looked up at the seat assignments. The girl was right--I had the seat on the other side of the aisle. "Oh...you're right, sorry about that." I started to gather my shit. "No, no, dont worry about it, I dont mind sitting there. It's all the same."
Lol we'll see if she thinks the same way 4 hours later.
So roughly 20 minutes before landing there starts the shaking. Getting nauseas again just thinking about it. A few minutes into it, I hear some sputtering, coughing, and then-- the smell. Oh yea. The boy sitting next to what should have been my seat hurled everywhere. I definately felt bad for the poor kid--he was covered in his own puke. But worse for the girl that shouldn't have even been sitting in that seat. She got quite a nice spray herself.
And there you have it.
Proof that I am in fact a lucky bitch.