Every day, the Federal Aviation Administration manages an average of 45,000 flights covering 29 million square miles of airspace. On average, 2.9 million people board an airliner to go somewhere in America every day. It’s inevitable that at least some of those people are going to get sick. I was one of those people for the first time yesterday. My savior was a little blue bag that resembled a lunch pail. What I hadn’t realized was just how hilariously awkward actually using an air sickness bag was, and how weirdly genius these little bags are.
I will admit, before yesterday, I hadn’t really thought about air sickness bags for perhaps more than 10 seconds over my entire life. I’m not afraid of heights, I love flying, and I only get motion sickness when I’m a passenger in certain cars and I try to use my phone for too long. I can’t even remember a single time when I was sick on a plane. Flying is such a passion of mine that I’m always checking out the airliner’s cabin or looking out of the windows at the airport environment. You’d think that after flying on several dozen Boeing 737s and dozens of Airbus A320s, I’d be bored, but I’m still just as excited as a kid in a candy store.


Yet, I’ve never really paid attention to air sickness bags. If we want to be all fancy and technically correct about it, these are “emesis bags.” But let’s be honest, you’re not going to beg your flight attendant for an emesis bag when you’re sick. But I definitely gave my full attention to an emesis bag yesterday, and the whole experience was two parts awkward, one part hilarious, and three parts enlightening.

Before I continue, yes, I am feeling fine now! I just got home from Prescott, Arizona, where I got to ride the brand-new BRP Can-Am Canyon adventure three-wheelers. You’ll get to read about that soon enough, but I have to stop and talk about my newest fascination.
Why Air Sickness Bags Exist
A terrible sickness enveloped me yesterday. I woke up ok, but within the hour, I felt a rumble in my stomach and a sulfur-like smell came out of my mouth. I was nauseated and wasn’t equipped to deal with it. My chauffeur was waiting outside, and I faced a two-hour drive to Phoenix so I could catch a flight. This was terrifying.

I’ve somehow been lucky enough to have only rarely experienced this sort of situation in my whole life. My only guess was that the steak I had the night before must have made me sick. I figured that maybe I’d just drink a lot of water and the situation would resolve itself.
Oh gosh, I was wrong. My condition worsened as my driver’s black Cadillac Escalade hurtled toward Phoenix. Things got worse still when I climbed out of the hire car and onto the sidewalk outside the Sky Harbor airport. I’ll spare the intricate details, but I did some unspeakable things to a toilet and then to a trash can at a gate full of waiting passengers. I’m not sure I’ve ever been more embarrassed in my life.

My wife came to my aid. She regularly deals with nausea and pointed me to a product called Dramamine. Apparently, people use this stuff to combat motion sickness, but it’s also good for nausea, too. For once, I was happy to pay way too much money for a product in an airport convenience store. I also picked up some Pepto Bismol chewables because I was desperate.
Sadly, whatever made me sick wasn’t going down without a fight. The stomach rumble remained as I boarded my flight. I was so concerned that I never got to look over the beautiful aircraft, say hi to the flight crew, or check out the airport environment as I love to do. Instead, I just sat in my seat and constantly thought, “I hope this Dramamine stuff works.”

Finally, at around 11:05, our glistening United Airlines Airbus A321 taxied to a runway for a departure to the west. Takeoff is normally my favorite flight segment. I love to watch the engines fire up, I like getting the little whiffs of jet fuel, and I especially love it if the aircraft is a hot rod like a Boeing 757. This time, as we neared the runway, my stomach started to hurt. I responded by popping a couple of Pepto tablets.
My body immediately rejected it. Suddenly, as I saw the runway threshold from my window, I knew I was going to barf. This was the worst time to get sick. It’s not safe to leave your seat during the takeoff roll, and even if you did, the lavatories are locked. Weirdos like me know how to unlock them, but regular travelers don’t. Instead, your only real option is the barf bag. I quickly reached into my seat pocket, pulled out a blue bag that looked like a lunch pail, and unloaded into it as the aircraft thundered down the runway. Honestly, I wasn’t even sure if it was a real air sickness bag, but it was too late to observe the bag’s construction.
The Awkward Part

Thankfully, my aim was perfect and I avoided making a mess. But what I didn’t see coming was the awkward aftermath. See, I just more or less unloaded into a paper bag, and the plane had only just left the ground. I had no way to dispose of the bag and nowhere to discreetly store it, either. No, instead, I just folded the top like a lunch bag and sat there holding the contents of my stomach as the lady next to me tried to watch some documentary about Megan Thee Stallion. The whole time, I hoped that I was actually holding an air sickness bag and not any normal paper bag. Only I would have such bad luck that I would accidentally barf into a typical paper bag and have the bottom of the bag fail on me.
I’m thankful that my seatmates didn’t make it out to be a big deal. If anything, I didn’t even notice a real reaction from either of the two people in the row. But it was still extremely awkward because here I was trying to be a presentable human while holding a bag of Pepto pink-tinged human gas tank contents in my hands. I then just sat there and waited. 10,000 feet AGL came quickly enough, but the lavatories weren’t unlocked until we hit 31,000 feet, and that felt like it took an eternity. I couldn’t even listen to music because one hand held onto the bag for dear life.
Once the lavatories were unlocked, I then began an even more awkward process of exiting my row with my barf bag in tow. If my seatmates had somehow missed me chucking before, oh, they definitely knew now. So did pretty much everyone else in the immediate vicinity because I accidentally made no effort to hide the bag. I finally tossed the bag into the lavatory trash can and then pulled a new barf bag out of the lavatory to replace the one I used.

The whole ordeal probably took no longer than 30 minutes, but I could have sworn that was like half of my three-hour flight.
Now that I’m back home and I’m feeling great again, I’m reflecting on the whole experience. On one hand, it was sort of hilarious in hindsight. If you get sick during takeoff or landing, you have to just sit there holding your barf until it’s either safe for you to get up or until a flight attendant hauls the bag away for you. If you’re friendly with your seatmates, this means carrying out conversations and having eye contact with someone while you’re holding your darn stomach in one of your hands.
If you’re that seatmate and you aren’t comfortable with someone being sick, then you’re sort of just stuck watching some random person hold a bag of sick next to you. It’s all awkward and sort of hilarious in a dark way. I’m almost surprised I haven’t seen a comedy skit around this.
A Simple, Yet Game-Changing Invention

On the other hand, I now have a great appreciation for the so-called “emesis bag.” It’s such a simple invention that has no doubt helped out countless travelers and flight crews over several decades of aviation.
According to the University of North Dakota, the air sickness bag, as we know it, was invented by North Dakota plastics pioneer Gilmore T. Schjeldahl in 1949. A year before, Schjeldahl set up a bag-making machine in the basement of his then-Minneapolis home. Back then, polyethylene plastic was a new wonder material, and one of its promises was a revolution in food packaging. Schjeldahl experimented with getting the plastic to seal against itself, eventually arriving at the use of a hot iron to melt the top end of a plastic food pack together.

Herb Harris invested $100 in the idea, helping Schjeldahl create Herb-Shelly, Inc. in 1948. Herb-Shelly would later experiment with lamination and adhesives. The plastic technologies invented by Schjeldahl would go on to become heavily used in the food packaging industry.
In 1949, Schjeldahl invented the “thermoplastic bag construction,“ a polyethylene bag with ridges on its top that were designed to be folded on each other and then sealed using a hot iron. The original idea for this bag was for food storage. The user of this bag could store food in it, seal it, cut it open, take food out, and then seal it again. Northwest Orient Airlines took an interest in the basic bag design for a different use: dealing with motion sickness.

While Schjeldahl is often credited for inventing the modern air sickness bag, Vox reports that at least one pilot in the 1920s and the 1930s, Captain Joseph E. Kimm, used brown paper bags to combat passenger motion sickness. A passenger would vomit into the bag and then the bag would be chucked out of the aircraft before its contents got through the paper. Obviously, Schjeldahl’s invention made dealing with motion sickness far less chaotic. Reportedly, Schjeldahl may not have been jazzed about the world’s obsession with his sick bags over his bigger projects, including atmospheric research balloons made with Mylar.
The design of an emesis bag is also so simple, yet so brilliant. Later iterations have been made out of card paper with inner wax paper layers or paper with an internal plastic layer. Some present-day barf bags are just made out of clear plastic with an easy seal top. However, many airlines still use a plastic-lined paper design today as well.

The bag I used on my United Airlines flight was made out of a heavy-duty paper with a plastic inner layer. It was sealed at the bottom and folded over at the top like a lunch bag. Honestly, it’s such a simple and lightweight design that I had doubts it would actually work. But it held together long enough for me to dispose of it.
People Collect Them, Too
I’ve also learned that there are barf bag collectors out there. According to CNN Travel, there are over 100 serious barf bag collectors in the world. These are folks with hundreds, if not thousands, of bags. Dutchman Niek Vermeulen had 6,290 air sickness bags in his collection in 2012.
I can see why these folks collect these bags, too. While United uses plain blue bags, many airlines put beautiful designs on their bags. Some airlines also slap jokes on their bags. German airline Hapag-Lloyd Express once had bags saying “Thank you for your feedback” which is just perfect. Finn Aviation’s bags used to have the company’s logo, a reindeer, barfing out ice cubes.

Some folks collect barf bags from any form of transportation, from buses to spacecraft. Others collect barf bags from political rallies and other places. The barf bag collecting phenomenon has become such a deal that the makers of Dramamine allied with barf bag collectors to make a 13-minute documentary.
Thankfully, the advancement of aircraft technology and safety has led to generally smoother operations than when these bags were invented. High-flying jets alone have offered far smoother rides than the prop-driven aircraft before them. While there are still flights with tons of turbulence, a lot more flights go smoothly, but the bags remain a sort of security blanket for some travelers. This has led to a new sort of life for many air sickness bags. Today, a lot of folks use these bags as trash bags. Or, they may use the bags as take-home bags for unfinished airline food.
In case you’re curious, you get blank air sickness bags for 4 cents a piece so long as you buy at least 100,000 of them!

According to German travel magazine Travelbook, some airlines don’t like it when people use the barf bags as trash bags, as it leads to unnecessary waste and costs. Ryanair has reportedly greatly reduced the number of air sickness bags on its planes to save money, as has Lufthansa. Meanwhile, other airlines have had fun with their bags. Easyjet recommends using your seat’s barf bag as a makeshift phone holder. Some airlines, like Delta, used to have card game score sheets printed on their barf bags. Spirit used to use its barf bags as advertising space.
I hope to never get sick on a flight again. But, should the worst ever overcome me again, I have a new appreciation for an unsung hero of aviation. If it weren’t for that simple paper bag, I would have ruined the pretty floor of an Airbus jet, possibly delaying a flight and destroying the days of over 100 people. Instead, I did my business in a bag, tossed it away, and got to walk away with clean hands and an intact dress.
Really, barf bags are just another reason why commercial aviation works so well today. It really seems like engineers and inventors have thought of nearly every situation that can arise in the sky, including when last night’s steak comes to haunt you on the runway.
Top Photo: Mercedes Streeter/Alibaba
I’ve never had motion sickness. Not in the air, at sea or in a car. I was flying with a work colleague into Palm Springs on a smaller jet on a pretty bumpy day. It was the first time I saw someone turn green with nausea. He was seated a row behind me, and I felt when he pulled the bag out of the pocket behind me and plugged my ears, so I didn’t have to hear what was going on.
Years later, I was flying on Aeroflot from Novosibirsk back to Moscow. This was in 1986 and for some reason most of the approaches into Moscow were made at unusually low altitudes. I remember one on a rainy day and we were in and out of clouds at maybe 300 feet AGL for more than five minutes. It’s terrifying to look out the window and see the top floors of residential towers. During a particularly bumpy approach, a woman sitting across the aisle got sick and vomited into one their “emesis bags.” Theirs are the only ones I’ve seen that are clear. And it’s really gross. Hopefully, they’ve upgraded since then.
I’ve only thrown up on a plane once, as a teenager…I was too ashamed of the puke bags, so I made a mad dash to a lavatory. My mom is extremely prone to airsickness, so she thought that was my problem, and followed me to make sure I was ok. (She attempted to enter the lavatory with me, which didn’t really work.) I did make it to the lavatory on time, and successfully hit the toilet; fortunately, I hadn’t eaten much for breakfast, so it was quick. The flight attendants were great about providing little towels and ginger ale. Never did figure out what caused it, and I avoided that breakfast item (a bagel) for years afterward.
The oddest place to see the barf bags was on a city bus running the routes outside Freiburg im Breisgau. The bus wasn’t anything special but the most mundane buses that you see in the cities. Curiosity got the best of me so I decided to ride the bus all the way to its terminus in Sankt Peter deep in the Black Forest.
Ten minutes in, I could see why the barf bags were on hand on this bus for this route. Lot of switchbacks and sharp curves as well as frequent accelerations, decelerations, and brakings do the funny number in our heads and stomachs.
Only once did I anoint the barf bag when I was tween on the flight from Boston to Zürich. Probably from the food I ate on the first leg from Dallas to Boston or in Boston prior to the Swissair flight.
I’d much rather have to puke in a bag than have a blow out in an aircraft lav’s toilet.
I’m one of those barf bag collectors, but only as souvenirs for flights I’ve personally been on. Realized after a seatmate had a VERY rough flight from ORD to PEK that barf bags are:
and thus make great souvenirs! Bonus for starting my collection with a story; United’s bags look boring, but mine dodged a bullet that day.
I can’t imagine ralphing into a clear bag on takeoff and then having to enjoy its company until cruising altitude. Only to have to parade it to the lavatory after that.
Leave it to Mercedes to do a deep-dive on the history of airsick bags. I love it.
I also intend to check, next time I fly, to make sure there are bags in my row just in case. Go figure the airlines can buy them for $0.04 (or probably less) and they would cost-thrift that.
Geebus, Merc, that’s the funniest damn thing I have read in a long time! I mean, I’m sorry that happened to you, but the article was great! I have a new appreciation for barf bags now.
It makes sense why most airlines use the lined paper style instead of the clear plastic. Nobody wants to see what’s in those bags.
They do make opaque plastic, too. But I think the structure of the bag helps to hid the contents, too.
I love that there’s someone who finds travelling by plane as fascinating as I do. Most people just complain about it.
Life hack: You can buy hospital grade barf bags on Amazon for cheap. Keep a few in your car. Especially if you have kids.
Sounds like your mind wasn’t the only thing blown. o-o
THAT was a different flight and is a story for another time.
I was talking about blowing chunks. What are you yappin’ about?
Do I REALLY need to explain this to you?
Yes
Fine, here’s your link:
https://www.webmd.com/sex/how-to-give-blow-job
oh…
Now that I think about it, my emoticon use and selection was not the best.
Didn’t have the pleasure of using one on a plane, but I was on a fishing boat charter once and it was a rocky day. The crew handed us all a sick bag and I had the displeasure of using it. However, I felt more coming as I tend to spew half of whatever contents come out of me. I asked for another bag and they all looked around, grabbed my bag, tossed the contents over the side and handed it back.
Needless to say, I just grabbed the railing and used the ocean as my toilet for the next 10 minutes.
The one time I took my girlfriend (now wife), deep sea fishing, the poor girl threw up 9 times, including the time she took a 4 foot hull rolling wave to the face. I’m sometimes amazed we’re still together.
We went on a whale watching trip out of Sant Cruz as an extended family years ago. My daughter, sister, daughter-in-law & sister-in-law all were relieved of the contents of their stomach at various times during the trip. The captain had warned all passengers that chumming over the transom was acceptable, anywhere else was verboten. My son had a lie-down on a bench, looking positively green.
I’d be of the thought process that anything that doesn’t end up on the deck is good enough for me, as a captain.
I’m so glad I’ve never had to test the capacity of one of those bags. When I do get sick, the sheer volume expelled at high velocity is astonishing. I’m not sure an emesis bag is up to the task…
Ah, late-trip food poisoning….
I had some delicious fried chicken on our last night at Disney World a few years back. I woke up the next morning with a very uncomfortable feeling in my guts. And we had to fly back to Canada that morning.
Timing, in life, is everything.
And let’s just say the barf bag would have been of no use to me. That was a loooong flight.
Early 1989 coming back with food poisoning from Rochester NY. The bags are there, because unless you bend at the waist, you cannot vomit into an airline toilet , no where to Kneel. They needed to wait for me to get out of the bathroom, for the plane to take off. Bag was only needed once later, and by the time I landed, I was done with the “Technicolor Rainbow” Coming out of my mouth.
Glad you’re better.
Worst flight I ever had I was suffering from food poisoning that occurred earlier in the day (cold chicken wrap from Chic-fil-A). Didn’t need the bag, but had 104º fever and was zoning in and out of consciousness. The plane was uncomfortably hot and a baby screamed in the seat behind me for the entire flight. The flight attendant immediately noticed my distress and after telling her what was up, she kept a steady flow of ice and ginger ale coming my way. She was my unsung hero that day.
Air sickness is not transmittable. Norovirus and foodborne illnesses are highly transmittable. Please don’t board an airplane if you’re suffering from stomach diseases. Kudos to your neighbor for keeping it together, but I would have immediately been demanding a new seat or standing at the other end of the plane for the rest of the flight.
That’s a good point! In hindsight, I had no idea what it was. It could have also been the side effects of my diabetes medications, or my medications reacting to what I ate, which thankfully, neither would be transmissible problems. It’s been hard fine-tuning my diet after my diagnosis.
Seeing how great I felt by even just the end of that day, it might have been Ozempic or Metformin putting me through the wringer like they sometimes do. Looks like next time I feel sick, I’ll want to push the flight to the next day, to be safe.
The diabetes meds can strike at anytime. I’m on that same combo.
Fair point that it could have been something non stomach bug. Thanks for pointing that out.
I can’t see that anyone has posted this yet… Sorry that you had a bad flight Mercedes, very glad you made it into a learning opportunity for all of us!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yLrN6wSSGqk
I’m another one that has used that bag — and had other trips where I held it ready, but managed to fight it back. I keep Dramamine in my purse (it also works for vertiginous migraines). I can still get carsick (but not if I’m driving), I get seasick, I don’t ride the carnival rides, yeah, ugh.
I’m glad you recovered quickly.
Back in the early 80s, I recall an airline, maybe Air California, using bags from a film developer as barf bags. If you weren’t feeling under the weather, you could mail your film with your vacation photos for developing.
Getting sick where you don’t have control sucks. Mine was on the Rogue River early on the first day. As I was kayaking down the channel around Rainie Falls I puked. No big deal as the river was right there to deposit my stuff. We were past the point of return, so spent the next three days puking and without enough strength to paddle my kayak. So, I spent the time sitting in the support raft not eating and not drinking more than mouthfulls occasionally. That was NOT a good trip. I narrowed it down to the steak I had for dinner the night before.
Never been sick on the plane, thank God.
TBH I never fly with any food in my belly though.
Was on a flight once with extreme turbulence , we dropped 10K feet in a couple of minutes. A full plane.
About half the people got sick all at once. It was beyond gross.
sorry you got sick.
While I’ve never vomited on a flight despite usually taking several per year, I am strongly pro-barf bag for cars. I long ago learned not to try to read in a car (even light map reading duties make me queasy) but just in general, I am of “a delicate constitution.” I learned this painful lesson as a teenager when I had my wisdom teeth out and had a bad reaction to the ketamine I’d been given. Within minutes of starting to go home, I was puking blood all down the side of my mom’s white Corolla. More recently, upon release from my last hospital visit for a stomach infection a few years ago, I absconded with a barf bag, which promptly saved the interior of my husband’s STi.
I can relate to the anesthetic issue. I’m rock-solid in a plane, on a boat, or any other moving vehicle, but I’ve got a high tolerance for anesthetic, which means they have to dope me to the gills and it wears off quickly—which has a side-effect of making me barf. It’s always a fun conversation to have with the doctor/dentist, but they appreciate when you’re up front with them.
My younger brothers were notorious for getting car sick. My parents kept two Folger’s cans with the snap lids under the front seat of our 69 Ford Ranch Wagon.
If one went, the other was right behind him in the Barf Derby.
Unfortunately ever since I was old enough to walk I have suffered from terrible motion sickness. Being a passenger in a car, swinging in a swing, I even got sick rocking my toddler to sleep one day. Needless to say, I have to use these bags every flight I take and I have gotten prettyyy good at using them, to the point my neighbors don’t even notice. I have tried everything for nausea and nothing seems to work, so at this point puking on the plane is just another part of flying.
Once, on a flight to Germany with a bunch of coworkers, I actually made it to the bathroom instead of having to use the bag. Then mid-unleashing my guts the flight attendant started pounding on the door telling me I need to return to my seat because we were preparing to land. She did this a few times, getting louder and louder each time. That was a very long and awkward walk back to my seat.
Tetra Pak in it’s earliest form.