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Originally Posted by Cadaverous Pallor
So. Here's how my working Saturday started.
Early on, I'm helping a man with his account when one of his twin sons starts to cry for no reason. He instinctively picks up the 5 year old boy, and next thing you know, the kid is vomiting all over him. I saw it in all it's awful detail, undigested chunks of early lunch and all. I saw all this and ran away, presumably to get some paper towels, but more just because GOD DAMN that is nasty.
The man went outside with a roll of paper towels while we cleaned the carpet with Formula 409. He came back in to return the roll, then left...but was back in a few minutes later. He explained that he had clothes in the car and changed.
Well, yeah, dude, but YOU STILL SMELL LIKE VOMIT. GET OUT. I thought this very hard as I checked out his items as fast as humanly possible. I almost gagged.
Lessons learned?
1) Do not pick up a child just because he starts crying.
2) Take a goddamned shower before purposely encountering another human being after you've been drenched in the contents of someone's stomach.
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3) Working Saturday sucks, but it could always be worse.
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I thought you worked in a library. Doesn't a sizable portion of the clientele smell of vomit, urine, alcohol, etc.?