I've been in Boston most of the week for work. One funny (or not so funny) story from my trip.
On the way home (about one hour into a six hour flight), the flight attendent asked if there was a doctor on the plane.
Apparently a guy in the exit row (!) took a sleeping pill and fell asleep while eating a hamburger. Then, he began drooling on himself and those around him.
The doctor who volunteered to help poked him a few times to wake him up and checked the responsiveness of his pupils. He was fine. Crisis adverted. His seat partner got to go sit in first class and they let the drooler sleep it off in the exit row.
(I always think it's neat that there is always a doctor on board a plane when they need one.)
This is why I love traveling for work.
The story is funny, too - btw. I thought you were going to say the guy fell asleep and choked on his hamburger. That would be a crappy way to go, wouldn't it!? haha.
When I flew out to Oregon, the woman next to me popped two sleeping pills and asked me to make sure she got off the plane when we landed. To me that's scary -- taking pills that knock you out so heavily.