As I sit here on the plane, during an unusually bumpy takeoff, I am reminded of a really bad joke:
"I hope I die peacefully in my sleep, like my father. Not screaming in terror like his passengers."
I am also reminded that my Dramamine is in the overhead compartment. You know, the compartment you can't open during the flight? Not much help to me there.
Yes, I've already located the barf bag.
For anyone who's wondering, I escaped grope downs and naked X-rays so far. I'm also wearing a wireless bra. - That I remembered. But the Dramamine? That's out of reach!