A little guy gets on a plane and sits next to the window.

A few minutes later, a big, heavy, strong, mean-looking,
hulking guy plops down in the seat next to him and immediately
falls asleep.

The little guy starts to feel a little airsick, but he's afraid
to wake the big guy up to ask if he can go to the bathroom. He
knows he can't climb over him, and so the little guy is sitting
there, looking at the big guy, trying to decide what to do.

Suddenly, the plane hits an air pocket and an uncontrollable wave
of nausea passes through the little guy. He can't hold it in any
longer and he pukes all over the big guy's chest.

About five minutes later the big guy wakes up, looks down, and sees
the vomit all over him.

“So,” says the little guy, “are you feeling better now?”