Due to the high frequency of the Husband's business trips, he is one of those annoying people in the "more special than you/able to sit in the front of the plane/and board early" group. If there is room, he is automatically upgraded to first class. He has a special waiting room at the airport which has comfortable seating, drinks, snacks, and free WiFi.
I know. I never even knew that room existed, nor have I seen the inside of it.
Anyway, he was seated semi-comfortably in coach on a completely full flight. There were two empty seats left on the plane, and one of them was next to him.
Two people were in the aisles, heading to the last two seats. One of them looked like this:
And one of them looked like this:
He swears that merely for the comfort factor, he was silently praying for the attractive woman to have the seat next to his.
Yeah, right. On what planet are we expected to believe that one, Husband? Pffftt, puhhleease.
As [my] luck would have it, the woman was NOT seated next to him, and proceeded to take her seat a few rows back. The male passenger squeezed into the middle seat, right next to the Husband.
Within 30 minutes of take-off, there was a loud retching sound heard a few rows back. Further investigation revealed that the attractive woman had gotten sick mid-flight and thrown up ALL OVER EVERYONE in her row.
Let me repeat that in case you're not clear.
THE ATTRACTIVE STICK SHE THREW UP ON THE PEOPLE SITTING NEXT TO HER.
And had the Husband gotten his secret wish, she would have puked all over him, his laptop, and any remaining shred of his manhood.
And so, let that be a lesson to you, dear Husband. Sitting by attractive women on your flights will only result in BAD things.
VERY, VERY bad things. 'Nuff said.
I just love it when life lessons are handed out in neat little packages like that, don't you?