Tengo un missed conection (quien me lo iba a decir).

Forma linda de agradecer a quien le aguantamos sus vomitos cuando estaba malita es ponermelo (y hacermelo encontrar) en Craigslist:

copio y pego del original

To the woman in seat 25A and the Las Vegas airport cleaning lady
Reply to: pers-247436695@craigslist.org
Date: 2006-12-11, 12:30PM PST

Hi,

I didn’t get to properly introduce myself last night because I was too busy uncontrollably puking every ten minutes. First, I would like to state for the record that I was not some idiot who drank too many margaritas out of phallic shaped plastic souvenir cups. I was sick and/or had food poisoning (damn buffets).

Now nearly everyone in the Las Vegas vicinity witnessed my puking at one time or another, but there are a few people who really stood out to me:

1. The woman sitting next to me on the plane: Oh, you are a Saint. I was already vomiting when we were just viewing the safety video before take off. I sheepishly turned to you without making eye contact and apologized, and you so heroically said, “Don’t worry- I’m sorry you are sick.” It was nice that you made me feel so comfortable because I preceded to vomit 4 other times on this 1 hour long flight. I had already puked A LOT in the airport (see #2), so on the plane I really was just spitting up stomach acid, which makes much less of a mess, but is auditorally much, much worse. I’m sorry you had to hear the dry retching and burping sounds. I am especially very, very sorry that I had yet another attack as it was our row’s turn to deboard the plane thus trapping you in your seat. I tried to let you out of the row as I was vomiting, and you, like the Saint that you are, said “Don’t worry- take your time.” I think you even got out a book to signify you were in no rush and to give me as much privacy as you can give someone 5 inches from you. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

2. The cleaning lady in Gate D: I’m sorry. In my defense, I made it to the toilet and neatly puked without making a mess at least 5 times that evening. It was only that one time I didn’t make it all the way. On the seemingly endless walk to the bathroom I knew I was not going to make it, and I began to use a trash can. The people sitting in the starbucks in front of me were not very happy about this, so I tried to move on to the bathroom to finish my work. I lost control right in the bathroom entrance, which meant everyone who entered the bathroom accidentally stepped in it (Sorry people). I would have tried to clean it up right away, but in an effort to stop the vomiting I had put my hand in front of my mouth which made the puke explode upwards and cover my glasses so I couldn’t even see. After cleaning myself up in a stall I came back out to clean up my mess, but the bathroom only had about 6 paper towels in it. I did what I could and left. Unfortunately I kept having to return to the scene of the crime to do my business. I saw you as you were cleaning it, and I felt bad, but I needed to rush to a stall as to not cause another mess. You heard me retching in the stall and said- “No more vomiting. I want to take my break soon.” I’m sorry. I hope you got to take your puke-free break soon.

3. Oh, boyfriend: You stood by my side through all of this getting me more barf bags from the flight attendants, letting me puke in the bag you had been using as a camera case, and comforting me as I cried (Some women cry after sex, I cry after vomiting. I don’t know why. I just do). Everyone else never has to see me again, but you came home with me and continued to take care of me as I puked in our bed. Thank you.

Sorry, Vegas. It won’t happen again.