Thankfully (just jinxed myself), I’ve never found a reason to use one on the plane. Though as a youngin’ I fondly remember shoving my hand in the Pan Am vomit bag as a way to pass time.
We had no ipads back then. Anyway, look at me going on and on about myself when all you really came here to see is B-bags. I’ll shutup now and present ‘em without further commercial [visit bloggerdise] interruption.
