It's called seasickness, and I get it very easily. It is almost as nasty as the feeling I get when I spend too much time around liberal idiots that wear "Save the Whales" tee shirts.
ROTFLMAO! Hubs went whale-watching in Rochester, NY. Hint: the waterway has locks, so how’re the whales supposed to get in?
Answer: people don’t care. It’s really a wine festival.