Naw, I pack my own. And tonic water is free.

Haven't had a problem yet.
I hate flying. fucking uncomfortable as hell. So I take two minis of gin, and 3-4 benedryl. Ask for a can of tonic, which they always happily oblige. Then down the benes with the gin, and in a short while, I'm either passed out or at least in the hazy semi-sleep state where I stop caring how bad my back hurts.
Osama and Saddam be damned! The real terrorists are those sneaky little fuckers who design airplane seats.