He had been looking up against taking the Foxtrot Oscar flight to New York, expecting to vomit due to airsacks, expecting lightheadedness through altitude changing. But his very first flight, operated by Trent_Flyman's new airline, didn't make him sick at all. He was delighted and relieved.
Minutes after landing, RightSaidFred had safely set foot on solid ground, eventually twice 10 grams lighter than he was before they got airborne, Flyman's in-air-services were good.

Fred looked around him, thinking about where he could go, he first started listening to what was going on on the Streets.

Someone pointed out a family reunion and started to laugh about the ridiculous concept of the whole thing. He stepped closer, but started feeling bad after listening to two lines..
Then came a reply, and it got worse. Fred was feeling the start of the antiperistaltic movements in his inner (hot) body. He quickly turned around to run away from it, but ran into an even worse mess, a family vengeance..

God! What is going on here!?

Fred couldn't hold the contents of his stomach any longer and vomited in front of the people that were openly talking about things they should have kept inside.

Slowly, Fred understood. He felt sorry for the poor people that had to listen to this crap, but got an idea from it. He would be handing out free buckets to people all over the country. Surely, it wouldn't help in the amount of crap to enter the streets, but people would at least know where to vomit..