Stella Artois & Vomit...
Went on a school trip to watch the tennis as sponsored by the reassuringly expensive wife beater brand.

30 odd teenagers consuming lots of sugar, cigarettes and drink while basking in sunshine for the day meant that one or two weren't very well by the end.

On the coach heading back to school the lad in front of me announced that he felt sick, then kept to his word and filled a brown paper lunch bag with the contents of his stomach. He then immediately made tracks towards the teachers at the front of the coach as though to share his news with them.

Meanwhile, the sound of his chundering was enough to trigger something in my guts and I swiftly followed in his wake to find something more substantial than the brown paper bag I'd assumed to be inadequate for the job of holding a stomach full of sick.

Turns out I was correct: his bag split and the contents emptied all over the floor of the coach, just as he arrived by the teacher's side. This only fortified my determination to evacuate my stomach and I turned up next to him unable to speak for fear of unleashing the inevitable, so stood gesturing lamely at my mouth, then the river of sick on the floor, then back to my mouth again. The teacher understood, passed me a plastic bag and I promptly filled it.

Traumatic for all concerned, no doubt. However, my trauma had only just begun as I was subsequently forced to help clean the bus, despite managing to contain my sick in a plastic bag and not spread it all over the floor of the coach.

Most distressing.
( Moey, Fri 30 May 2008, 14:55, Reply)