Short of the plane going down in flames, I think my story could win many "worst flight ever" contests. It's kind of the inverse of your story.

When I was relocating with my Company from Las Vegas to San Francisco, they flew my wife and I out to come get our housing situation set up.

My wife and I were on our Southwest flight, all excited and nervous about our new adventure for our family. Right before the plane started to descend into Oakland, I heard a flight attendant yell "Sir, are you ok?"

I turned around just in time to see a man come running from the back of the plane all the way up to the front. To this day, I still can't figure out why he chose this route.

He was airsick, and before he made it to the bathroom, he decided he was going to indiscriminately empty the contents of his stomach and my wife and I just happened to be in the direct line of fire.

My poor wife got the worst of it and got fully covered from head to shoulders and I got hit too with collateral damage.

We both sat there in stunned silence. Neither of us could say a word.

What made it worse is the flight attendants were zero help. They started handing my wife some little paper towels which were useless. I told them I was pretty sure that wasn't going to be adequate to help her and we needed something a lot bigger. Finally they got the picture and started bringing back garbage bags and large quantities of paper towels and wet wipes.

The passengers around us looked at us in horror but tried their best to offer their condolences. Finally, the flight landed, and the offending vomit-er quickly walked by us and didn't even look at us. He muttered a quick apology to the attendant at the front of the plane. She told him he really ought to be apologizing to us but he made a quick exit.

They walked us out to the customer service desk and told the lady working the counter the story. Once she figured out what happened, she was livid about the guy. She walked over to a men's clothing store and bought my wife and I a couple of oversized white dress shirts. She gave us a couple of $50 flight credits and gave us a customer service number to call.

I wished the embarrassment ended there, but we still had to get to the hotel smelling like vomit. When we pulled up, she said, "You go check in. I am NOT walking into that lobby." So, I walk into the lobby of the fancy hotel with my hair matted and smelling like puke and of course I get the snooty gay guy at the front desk who looks at me like I'm a homeless person and doesn't say much checking me in.

We finally got into our room and showered and put our clothes in hazmat bags. I told my wife "I'm just going to throw these away." She didn't have any objections.

It was 3 years ago, and we can sort of laugh about it today, but still shudder thinking about it.