Every time I get a little bit of motion sickness on a flight, I think about the choir trip I took to NYC my senior year of high school. Stop me if you've heard this one.*
Our flight to New York was easily the most turbulent flight I've ever been on. So turbulent, in fact, that I had to use the airsickness bag in the seatback pocket in front of me. I was unsure as to what I should do because, try as I might, I couldn't recollect the part of the safety demonstration during which the flight attendants mimed puking into and then discreetly disposing of the bags. My friend Liz recognized my distress and came to my rescue by carrying the bag off the plane and throwing it away for me.
Liz, if you're reading this, I just want you to know that that was one of the nicest things anyone's ever done for me and I'll never forget it. There are only so many people in this world who would be willing to carry a bag full of someone else's puke, and I think that says an awful lot about a person's character.
On a loosely related note, I encourage everyone to put their kids in either band or choir in high school, because although people might make fun of them, they will also get to take awesome trips to places like New York City and Disneyworld. That is all.