By dinner I wasn't really hungry and felt really cold and shaky. We went to dinner, all 6 of us, nothing looked good. I ordered something, took tiny tastes, shared with Ron, the smell of Ron's fish soup was gross, my stomach churned and yes, I threw up on the table.
It came up easily, I made no sounds, everyone was surprised, Ron gave me his sweatshirt, and as the others scurried to gather napkins and help with the mess, Ron & I left the dining room.
The staff handled to mishap very professionally, cordoned off the table, got the hasmat suits out and the caution tape wrapped around the table.
I felt much better after 'the incident', but didn't eat much for the next two days.
What a great story. I've already told quite a few people.
ReplyDeleteYes...good for the story. But NO fun when you are in the middle of it.
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