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Flying from Chicago Midway to Las Vegas on a 9 am flight. Since it was for fun, we had a couple of bloody marys before we boarded the plane. Once aloft, I feel asleep. My buddy nudged me as an older gentlemen in the row in front of us was in some sort of distress. At first I thought he had died. But then it became apparent that was ill. Very ill. He had vomited in his seat and all over himself. The flight attendants did all the could to reduce the smell, but it really didn't help. By the time we landed I had a splitting headache and can still recall the smell if I really want to torture myself.
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