Karma
Sue Denham writes, "I once slipped out of work two hours early without the boss noticing. In my hurry to make the most of this petty victory, I knocked myself out on the car door and spent the rest of the day semi-conscious, bowking rich brown vomit over my one and only suit."
Have you been visited by the forces of Karma, or watched it happen to other people?
Thanks to Pooflake for the suggestion
( , Thu 21 Feb 2008, 14:24)
Sue Denham writes, "I once slipped out of work two hours early without the boss noticing. In my hurry to make the most of this petty victory, I knocked myself out on the car door and spent the rest of the day semi-conscious, bowking rich brown vomit over my one and only suit."
Have you been visited by the forces of Karma, or watched it happen to other people?
Thanks to Pooflake for the suggestion
( , Thu 21 Feb 2008, 14:24)
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Vomit-enhanced travel
Oh God... was on a Virgin Cross Country service from Bristol to Newcastle a few years ago. Guy got on at Birmingham, utterly out of his skull on what was probably a cocktail of cheap alcohol (you could smell it as soon as he got on the train) and proceeded to sit in the same carriage, but about half a dozen rows behind me.
Now, I don't know if it was the motion of the train, or the fact that the air conditioning was broken, rendering the carriage a sauna-like environment, but about 15 minutes after leaving Birmingham he proceeded to spew his guts up all over the (empty seat) next to him. The heat of the carriage soon ripened the chunky carrot mix so that the acidic aroma spread itself warmly amonst the other passengers. I spent the next 3 hours sitting with the smell of warm vomit wafting my nasal passages, unable to move because the train was (pardon the pun) heaving...
( , Tue 26 Feb 2008, 12:24, Reply)
Oh God... was on a Virgin Cross Country service from Bristol to Newcastle a few years ago. Guy got on at Birmingham, utterly out of his skull on what was probably a cocktail of cheap alcohol (you could smell it as soon as he got on the train) and proceeded to sit in the same carriage, but about half a dozen rows behind me.
Now, I don't know if it was the motion of the train, or the fact that the air conditioning was broken, rendering the carriage a sauna-like environment, but about 15 minutes after leaving Birmingham he proceeded to spew his guts up all over the (empty seat) next to him. The heat of the carriage soon ripened the chunky carrot mix so that the acidic aroma spread itself warmly amonst the other passengers. I spent the next 3 hours sitting with the smell of warm vomit wafting my nasal passages, unable to move because the train was (pardon the pun) heaving...
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