Roadside Event
I was already late when I swerved onto the shoulder. The sun beat on. Heat rose from the dashboard, and the air conditioner coughed. Metallic saliva filled my mouth. I spat out the window onto the hot asphalt. There was no way I was going to waste seven layer salad, ribs, twice-baked potato, and German Chocolate Cake.
My stomach turned. Swallowing, I got out of the car. Traffic whizzed by. I spat again. My mind pictured a Denny's Grand Slam breakfast. My mind is a sadist.
Out it came, in courses, in reverse, very recognizable.
I sat down cross-legged beside it. Fluid ran into the grass. I readied my spoon and began to put it all back. A place for everything, everything in its place.
My stomach turned. Swallowing, I got out of the car. Traffic whizzed by. I spat again. My mind pictured a Denny's Grand Slam breakfast. My mind is a sadist.
Out it came, in courses, in reverse, very recognizable.
I sat down cross-legged beside it. Fluid ran into the grass. I readied my spoon and began to put it all back. A place for everything, everything in its place.
posted by JMH | 7:44 PM
10 Comments:
EWWWWW!
But I like it.Who would think to write about vomit eating?
Very original! I guess it would be a pity to eject all that goodness...baked taties and chocolate cake are the food of the gods.
Oh God.
That is extremely foul.
Puking is the WORST, though. Especially when you really like what you ate!!
Puking and burning food are similar since in both cases you have to remake what you've already done.
Asian erotica? Ixo Ixo!
I would not want to waste seven-layer salad eitehr.
Also, I would like to use proper spelling in my comment next time.
B - For a year in high school, my dog was the only person I hung out with. We developed some common interests.
s - Nowadays, regular foul just bores me.
j - And both can kill you. I don't know if I'd rather burn or puke to death. Wait...neither.
J - Ix-no!
R - I appreciate the correction. The thing about eating seven layer salad puke is that I never remember which order the layers go in.
It's at least ten or eleven layer salad now. Plus grass.
A little grass for the digestion!
Grass, yes. Grass always goes on top. Oh, to be a ruminant and puke stomach to stomach.
Damn.
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