[Rain Man]

I was five years old, and we were driving the winding road to my great-grandmother's house on Christmas day, four of us in the front seat of my dad's pickup truck. I developed an overwhelming urge to imitate a vomit dragon, and my mother instinctively put her hands out to shield her new dress. Unfortunately, when she did so, she made the mistake of cupping her palms. Being five years old, I immediately read that as "Don't vomit on the floor. Do it in my hands.", so I immediately shifted my stance and hurled my breakfast into her hands, which had a suprisingly low volume capacity. This took place in a very rural area with no gas stations, no rest stops, nothing. She was less than happy.

My most interesting place to vomit was New Delhi, India. Believe it or not, I don't think their food sanitation rules are as strict as ours.