One of my many odd hobbies as a child was collecting barf bags. I'm probably the first person in human history to write that sentence. I chalk it up to reading too much Mad magazine. If you think that's sick, then in my defense let me just say this: hey, they were still all UNUSED ones I was collecting. I'd like to see somebody who collects used ones. On second thought, no, I do not.
Anyway, you've seen these things on planes. They're the "air motion sickness" bags. About the size of a sandwich bag, but a laminated inside, and folding flaps at the top. Not all of them were plain white. Some had odd logos or even paisley-looking designs. I think I ended up using a few as gag gifts (if you'll pardon the pun), like for bachelor parties.
I thought I had gotten rid of these but no, I had one more that I found recently. This wasn't just any barf bag, though. It was a promotional thing that came in the mail. It was stamped, addressed, and mailed just like an envelope.
You see, my father worked in advertising for some time. And we got our share of odd promotional stuff. This was one such thing. He found the novelty to be quite amusing, and figured he'd share it with his son. I too found it amusing. And now, dear world, I share it with you.
Here's the front:
So who was sending this, and why? It was an invitation to a boat cruise. Here's what it said on the back:
OK, now that I've shared the joke with the world, it's time to throw it away. At least we can say it did provide me some joyfully unexpected entertainment this time.