This is a story about barf.
If you're not into a long and detailed narrative of spew, turn back now. I mean it, this will be a tale of vom, a ton of vom, and nothing but the vom, so help me Vom. Strap in if you're ready for it, yak-afficionadoes. All of this happened to me yesterday.
I can't say for sure if it was Air Canada's pasta, or the Thai food I ate with my family before I got on the plane, or the Starbucks sandwich I had somewhere in between, or some kind of unrelated virus entirely, but whatever it was, good work to it, it definitely won Britain's Next Biggest Life Ruiner. BECAUSE:
