On the second leg of our SF -> London flight, barely 15 minutes out of Chicago, a 60-something Indian gentleman seated near us got up to use the lavatory. Jacqueline followed; she was next to enter the lavatory after him, and she was taken aback by the disturbingly large amounts of spittle and stomach bile spattered over the sink, mirror and toilet seat. We're not exactly sure what happened in there, but the gentleman seemed otherwise very happy and healthy the rest of the flight.
We're treating this as the first of many great bathroom anecdotes we'll accumulate on the trip-!
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