I just enjoyed a solo plane flight home from a work retreat. While we were waiting in line for take-off, someone two rows up from me vomited all over the aisle, but that was OK because the vomit did not belong to my children and I was not responsible for cleaning it up. We had to taxi back to the gate and didn't take off for another hour, but that was OK because I read five chapters of my book without anyone interrupting me to demand snacks. I was in heaven, vomit and all! Thanks for the very relatable giggles.