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:puke: Yet another reason that this person having worked in many a restaraunt will never frequent them. Been there. Done that. Knows what happens behind the scenes. And wants no frickin' part of it. Ever.
 
I lived on the road for too many years, as not only a professional driver, but before that, as a kid helper. I learned not to worry about things like; "Will I be thrown out of the sleeper in an horrific accident?", and "Did anyone do something nasty in my food?". There are just too many variables in this life to worry about the small things. With that being said, I have had food poisoning so many times, I cannot even remember how many.
Just a thought.
 
Worked in a couple of restaurant kitchens myself, can only agree with Matt... I only frequent them when my dad visits, and not willingly.

Food poisoning, just a couple of times thankfully. Good for cleaning out the bowels if nothing else.
 
I have been lucky and only had food poisoning once from chicken in a hotel restaurant.
That was a long time ago and even now I keep away from fowl unless I know who has cooked it.
Being sick on the top deck of a bus was humilating....
 
I remember a sign that I once saw at a small restaurant. It said "Seeing-eye dogs welcome." The sign was not written in Braille. Then again, that would not have mattered since the sign was also behind glass.

I think that the restaurant served bacon, though. (How's that for getting back on topic!)
 
Many year ago, my friends and I had gone to a large amusement park (Riverview for any old Chicagoan) My best friend, he of the iron stomach, probably had eaten one of everything at the park, around 11PM or so we decided to head home via a CTA bus, but first one more roller coaster ride. Getting on the bus my friend got greener and greener until - projectile vomitus about a gallon ON the poor people sitting in front of us. We got off REAL quick...
 
My Navy mate and I, 1962, both 18, Tijuana Mexico liberty, too much Jack Daniels.
Bus ride back to base10pm, Cinderella Liberty, he has the window seat in front of me. Honest, I tried to get to the window.....
They say I was trying to wipe the barf off the back of his jacket.
The rest of the bus was not at all happy with me.

Oh, a fond memory.
 
They say I was trying to wipe the barf off the back of his jacket.
The rest of the bus was not at all happy with me.
And some people wonder why most of us do not use our real names online!
Screen names: our clever disguises.:batmaan:
 
I was sitting on the train from London to Plymouth just after British Rail had had one of their rare moments of lisrening to wnat people actually wanted and replacing the tatty old old rolling stock with posh new HS125's. I was admiring the countryside when the window was covered in puke...some one had hurled out the door window and it had gone down the side of the train... I spotted tomato ( why is tomato always in puke?), sweet corn, bile.... the person opposite didn't appreciate my review of the spew and left to sit elsewhere...
Miserable sod :)

The wind sort of cleared the spew as the miles went by...sort of.
 
I'm not squeamish like that... the dogs honk regularly and I clear it up.
Now..get the ladder out and say 'up on that roof Readie' and I couldn't... height is not my friend.
We're all different eh :)
 
I suppose. Heights get me too. Especially now that I'm older. But someone pukes around me and by God I'll just join right in. Can't help it. And I'm the guy who feels nauseous and sticks his finger down his throat to just get it over with. Go figure.
 
,,,And I'm the guy who feels nauseous and sticks his finger down his throat to just get it over with. Go figure.

No need,in my beer guzzling days I would do the fingers down the throat to heave a load up to make room for more... Not proud to say that but, its what was done.
 

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