After all, there are probably ZZUB fans out there, just sitting down to a big salad and some TR reading during their lunch break, and BAM!!!
Instant nausea.
And they never saw it coming.
I have to say though, it was thoroughly entertaining. Some of your best work yet. Is it a little scary that your best writing deals with malfunctions of the digestive tract?
I believe we can agree that front line customer service people, of whatever origin or nationality, should be able to communicate effectively.
That makes entirely too much sense. Therefore, it'll never happen.
I walked back out to the car where my wife was eagerly anticipating the package we dreamed was filled with goodness. And Swiss Cake Rolls. I told her the bad news. She married an idiot.
We drove all the way back across town. Got back to our apartment. Found the oversized bins, found the one marked with the letter on our card and reached inside.
To find the phone book.
I'm livid FOR you. And laughing AT you. That's a great story.
I was thinking, Man, I am so full. Then I thought, but this is so good, and Ill never get invited back here again. Maybe I have room for a little more.
Famous last words.
In the history of mankind, there have only been three decisions which were dumber than my decision to have another couple of ribs and spoon full of potato salad. No sooner had I swallowed my last bite of potato salad, then I realized the error of my ways. I imagine this is how Harry Reid felt the morning he woke up and realized the Surge was working.
Paragraphs like these are why you are the best TR writer on these boards. I'm absolutely DED.
Even in my extreme sense of urgency, I still managed to make it to a bathroom or a bush out of sight of my friends. So what on earth happened to this poor guy to make him lose it all right there in front of the bathroom? He got tackled on the one yard line. How bad could it have been that he couldnt go the extra few feet?
While I realize it's not ALWAYS possible to hold back the puke until you've locked the door of the stall, my husband and I have three rules for our young kids that we hope will save them much embarrassment and ridicule from their peers.
1. Don't be a tattletale. Nobody likes 'em. So mind your own business, and take care of yourself. That's a big enough job.
2. Don't be a booger picker. Yeah, everybody's gotta clean house now and then, but for the love of being nasty, do it in private. There's no excuse for anything else.
3. And lastly, TRY YOUR VERY BEST not to throw up in public. There's no quicker way to ruin your childhood reputation than spewing chunks all over your classmate's lunch tray.
ZZUB, you've written some good stuff. And I've read most all of it. But this made me laff as hard as anything you've ever done. It was full on gross, but I loved every minute of it.
Thanks for bringing the funny.
Even if you are an idiot.
NM