July 18 Vomit!

	July 18, 2002 VOMIT!
	Today I have another story, but this one is not for the faint...if the picture to the left makes you want to blow chunks everywhere, you may not want to read it...but you might want to get over it so you can laugh at me...Okay, I used to be a "server" at a Mexican restaurant here in Magnolia called Little B's 3 years ago, and one day I came in feeling just a tad woozy, but really nothing to worry about...well the more I worked the woozier I started to get so I decided to tell my boss, Norma. She told me to wait until another girl had finished with her party in the back room, then I could go, so I asked Norma if she was almost done, and I was told that the party wouldn't even be there for an hour and a half! Well after that I felt like I had to sit down so I sat up on one of the bar stools and immediately was told to get down and do something so I started off to the kitchen to see if there was anything that needed doing, but I felt weak and like I needed to blow some chunks so I sat in a chair by the kitchen...that's when I felt it rushing up and I knew I had to rush to the little "wash your hands" sink behind the ice cream bar. I lunged for it and right before I got there SPLOOOOOSH! It was projectile that would make Linda Blair (exorcist) blush...I aimed for the sink as quickly as possible and I heard the black girl behind me go "Did somebody throw up? I think I got throw up on my arm!" and in between takes I shouted "It was me! I'm so sorr----SPLOOOOOSH!" and in between the next projectile I decided to round the corner and reach over with my right had in front of me to open the bathroom door and SPLOOOOOOSH! aaaall over my arm and sleeve!

So i run in the bathroom with chunks just spewing threw my hand covered mouth and there's this dough eyed little boy staring at me and I reach to the right and grab for the stall and I open it to find the dough eyed kids little brother doing his business and he looks behind him to see what the commotion is about and the kids' eyes just grew about 10 sizes over and both jaws were dropped to the ground...I gargled OH NO! through the spewing and started to go for the sink, where of course this old bearded man (must have been grandpa) was washing his hands...that's when it happened...I looked over to the urinal and there was who else? You guessed it, Daddy apparently had to go as well and he looked back and his face was priceless...He knew that unfortunately, by the look on my face I was charging him and with 1 LEAP (count em') ONE LEAP he jumps up onto the 7 foot high stall landing on his feet like spider-man and the first words out of his mouth were "RUUUUUUN KIDS!" I swear to God he said it....it was classic...Meanwhile I'm SPLOOSHING my brains out all over the urinal, covered from head to apron to shoe in VOMIT and for the second time I shout "I'm so sorr- SPLOOOOSH", and he's like it's ok! in an unsure voice. 5 minutes later I shakily walked out of the bathroom, clocked out, saw my boss and said "Im soooo sorry" and she just had this look of "well you should be" when she said "Well these things happen" and she walked away! She probably thought I had a hang over or something, or she just didn't care at all, but oh well...Also to make matters worse I didn't have my car that day so my mom had dropped me off and there I stood outside by the door waiting while customers walked by me, the hideous mess, and mouthed "OH MY GOD!" "That's it we're going to Chuck-E-Cheeses" and other nonsense...it was one of the most embarrassing, yet adventurous stories ever experienced (well can you top it? Evil Twin (serious contenders only). THE END