I feel bad for laughing
warning for Shelah- a story about pukeI can't help but laugh. I just spoke with Matt. The poor guy is sitting in his hotel room puking his guts out. He's apparently the victim of food poisoning. I laughed a little at that, mostly at the irony of the logistics of scheduling this trip and that it was kind of a big deal and now he's stuck in the hotel. Whine as I may about being home alone, at least I'm not vomiting. There's nothing worse than that.
He threw up once this morning and then they all went down for breakfast. He wasn't feeling well, so he grabbed a yogurt and headed back to the room. He felt worse and worse as he rode the elevator up. He finally got back to his room and his key didn't work. He tried to wait it out for a co-worker to come back up, but he just kept feeling worse. He searched the sparse hotel hallway for anywhere he could puke- planter, trashcan, anything. He ended up going back to the elevators. There, he found a trashcan, but the top didn't come off and the opening was on the side. Then he spotted a big black trash bag and thought he'd found his solution. He ripped it open and as he started to barf he noticed it was freshly laundered and folded towels. Can you imagine the cleaning service finding that?
The man sounded miserable, but I laughed so hard I woke up Howie who had just drifted off in my arms.
posted by Valarie @ 10:45 AM
5 Comments:
rofl! I can't believe you're laughing at him! You'd better hope YOU don't get the pukes. Whilst home alone with Howie :)
rofl, you are mean ;)
I can't stand puke, at all! But the thought of freshly laundered towels being puked on made me giggle for some reason, go figure :P
ah man! that totally sucks. especially for the cleaning service.
ROFL. I'm giggling too.
ROFL!! Poor maid (and poor Matt)
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