On my way to the subway last night, I overheard a snippet of conversation as two girls walked by:
“…so then I threw it all up, and I have never eaten it again.”
Man. I guess we all have one of those stories. Mine happened when I was 13 years old.
On the way home, I started feeling not-so-good. Bad, actually. And I told my mom, who was driving the car, that we needed to pull over. NOW. Her response?
“Hold on. We’re almost there.”
How does one “hold on” when you getting ready to throw up? I don’t know now, and I certainly didn’t know then. My clothes and her car upholstery suffered as a result.
And I’ve never eaten a chili dog since.
So…have you sworn off a food that turned on you? Share your story in the comments section.
And enjoy your lunch!