I’ll admit it, my kids have barfed on people before. I wanted to sink through the floor and die both times it happened. I always wondered what the other person thought.

It just so happens that my pal Newscoma IS one of those people that’s been barfed on by a kid:

I’ve seen a lot of I-40 lately, and as human being are wont to do, I
needed to use, as my mother would call it, the little girls’ room.
Every other place was closed so we hauled into the dreaded Pilot due to
the only other option being the Adult Book Store at Bucksnort, which to
give it credit, was packed with truckers.

So I go hauling in to do my bidness, which I did, and went to the sink to wash my hands.

Then the horror happened.

A young mother comes hauling at lightening speed into the bathroom
with a young boy. The water is going into the sink and my hands are all
soaped up. Apparently the little boy wasn’t feeling well because he
barfed right into the basin which of course, splashed on me. Now, I’m a
support system with vomit. You puke, I puke.

I didn’t but it was all over me. The mother was apologizing and grabbing towels for me and her son who was still a bit green.

Go over and read what she says about the rest of it. It turned out to be not-so-bad. Whew.