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Funny gimmick by a man who’s become a billionaire leveraging good fun. And it reminds me of the first time I’d used an “air sickness bag.” I was in Lisbon for a seminar and decided to take a small detour to London to see my uncle before returning home. I took the cheapest possible airline ticket on Transportes Aéreos Portugueses or TAP. Bad choice. Within Portugal, TAP was often referred to as “Take Another Plane!”

Our flight takes off. I’m seated in the middle of a raucous group of schoolchildren. The airhostesses knew no English (my smatterings of French helped me get food and wine). And the pilot, it seemed, loved turbulence. The plane did a little shake and roll ever so often. The food in my stomach did likewise. Finally we started descending towards Heathrow. My agony was about to end, or so I thought. The pilot touches the tarmac and does a mini take-off!!! Nose down, he bumps back on the tarmac. Bump, bump! I barely had time to open the barf bag. Rather embarrassed, I rang for the airhostess and gave her the sealed bag amid snickers from the school kids. And resolved, like my Portuguese friends, to “take another plane” next time.

I’ve puked only once after that, on a Jet flight and the Indian airhostess was very helpful, getting me lemon juice and some napkins to clean up.

Ok, enough of puke for today. If you want more, hop along to waiter rant.

Virgin Barf Bags Link Courtesy: Marginal Revolution