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I kept bugging him to take me home from a pub we were at Saturday night, telling him I didn't feel well. Finally, after badgering him for half an hour, we left. On the way home, he pulled over at a McDonald's to get food. When he unwrapped his cheeseburger and started eating, the smell got the better of me and I couldn't wait any longer. I grabbed his bag from McDonald's, with his fries still inside, and puked in it. It was the only bag in the truck.

I held the bag of barf in my hands, but the bottom gave way before he could pull off the road and vomit went all over the floor. Then I was sick again and tried to hold my head out the window, but the stuff got everywhere anyway. I was covered. My hair was wet.

He pulled over at a gas station and I got paper towels and cleaned up his truck as best I could. By the time we neared my house, I was about to puke again so I ran from his truck into my house shouting, "Sorry!!"

I called him once and left a message apologizing again, but I didn't offer to clean his truck or to pay for it to be done. My pleading to leave the pub went unheeded and no one in their right mind drives through a McDonald's with a woman who is on the verge of barfing. I don't feel sorry for him. Maybe I am a cold-hearted bitch. I dunno.

Anyway, the current avatar I'm using was taken at the pub Saturday night, just an hour or so before I barfed in some dude's truck. I think it's kinda funny. Funny weird. And funny haha.

KA

So, will you be seeing him again?

Nah, I wasn't really "seeing" him.

He's a former classmate of mine. We went to a pub to meet some high school classmates with whom he'd kept contact. I hadn't seen them in years and years.

Truck drivin' man would like to "see" me, I think, in several senses of the word, but the feeling isn't reciprocated. Now that I ruined his truck, I've probably cured him of any affection toward me anyway!

KA

The only time I've been in a barfed-in car was after a night of partying in SLC. I was sober by the time we left for the drive to Orem, but my friend wasn't. He drove to SLC, so I offered to drive him home in his car. He threw up all over the passenger side at the point of the mountain. We drove with the windows down the rest of the way. He spent a good portion of the next day cleaning it up, but the smell lingered for almost a month. It's a pretty awful smell. I'm glad it was his car and not mine.

You're right, KA. The guy should have just driven you home if you're not feeling well. Bad manners on his part. But, since you puked in his car, I'd say you're even.

You should have given him the line from "40-year old virgin" which was, "I'll still have sex with you if you want."

The last time I car barfed was about...damn must be 10 years ago. Dh and our friend Tom and I were at the one good bar in our area. The DJ was doing Rockabilly night, so we struck up a conversation on 50's rock and bought each other drinks while DH and Tom played pool.

After a few hours I decided to go "take a nap" in the car. I not only had to Febreze the backseat upholstery for weeks, I had to cut my hair to get all of the reconstituted spaghetti out of it.

This thread makes me feel like I'm back at work. Better stop reading.

silentkid wrote:You're right, KA. The guy should have just driven you home if you're not feeling well. Bad manners on his part. But, since you puked in his car, I'd say you're even.

I wasn't trying to get even; I just couldn't help it!

It was funny. I ordered food (which I paid for myself) but couldn't touch it because I felt sick, so the guy asked if he could try it. It was just a bowl of potato-leek soup, but he ate it all. I didn't mind. When I told him over and over that I wasn't well, he hesitated to take me home. I did mind. Finally, on the way home, he drove through McDonald's while I was literally practicing controlled breathing to keep from barfing in his truck.

I think dealing with my puke is simply a natural consequence of his doltishness.

Oh, and it has rained for weeks here. No way he can drive with his windows down!

KA

So KA, I assume you now understand the serious pitfalls of breaking the WoW.

Jersey Girl wrote:So KA, I assume you now understand the serious pitfalls of breaking the WoW.

Actually, I didn't drink a single thing except a Coke. I didn't feel well on the way to the pub, but thought maybe I needed to eat. When I got my meal, I couldn't touch it and I progressively worsened throughout the evening.

I had a stomach virus. I was miserably sick all day on Sunday, too.

KA