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March 03, 2008
So I got a phone call from The Friend Who Also Owns A Restaurant. "I am done", she said. "Over it. Done. Apron is off. Kitchen Closed." I laughed a little. Knowing those words, having said those words a thousand million times myself. She proceeded to tell me about her day. "The day that started off great - good crowds, happy people. Kitchen running like a well-oiled machine. Until, that is, a customer frantically ran up to the bar and demanded a large bowl. Confused the bartender said, "Um, a bowl?" And the customer demanded, "Yes!" So, he gave her a bowl. Where she then proceeded to go back to her table, give the bowl to her husband - who then puked in the bowl. Forks dropped all over the restaurant. Some got up and left. Others sat in astonishment. And then - do you know what she did? She brought the damn bowl to the bartender, and went back to finish her meal. SHE BROUGHT THE BOWL BACK TO THE BARTENDER. DID YOU HEAR ME?"
And also, I have to admit, a little glad to know it's not just me who attracts the crazies. Because honestly, I was starting to wonder. Posted by Foodwhore at March 3, 2008 10:45 PM 
Okay, by a strange coincidence (or is it??) there is a call for "best barf stories" on Damomma's site: http://damomma.com/2008/03/01/best-barfs/ I think your duty is clear! Posted by: Meg at March 4, 2008 12:52 AM I don't get it. I read it twice and I still don't get it. What is wrong with people? Really! Posted by: sue.g at March 4, 2008 05:07 AM Did the husband have a piano strapped to his ass? What was keeping him from getting up and making his way to the bathroom? It boggles the mind. Posted by: Dave at March 4, 2008 07:36 AM I could have lived my whole life without knowing this. I feel so violated. ;) Posted by: Ei at March 4, 2008 08:19 AM Hopefully someone told these "people" how disgusting that was. Believe me, if I was in that restaurant, I would have opened my mouth and spilled forth a bowlful of words. If "we" as a society do not call out the moronic behaviour, how to "we" expect it to stop? Posted by: eclecticdeb at March 4, 2008 11:02 AM hewwo? it's called a bathroom. loo. WC. shi-poopiter, even! dang. was he proud of it? cause when I feel the urge, I like to hide myself away from prying eyes. maybe that's just me. and she, the wife, saw nothing wrong with this? dude, not at my house. would you have fired the bartender if he had returned the bowl? what if he *stumbled* with it? and it landed on the man's head? catch me on the wrong day... Posted by: Tonja at March 4, 2008 11:08 AM Better that than all over the table. Although its in very poor taste to stay, they should have paid up and legged it. I was in a restaurant and someone threw up all over the table next to us and it put us right off! Posted by: Jennywenny at March 4, 2008 12:37 PM His name was probably "Creosote". Next time, offer him a wafer-thin mint. Sorry, couldn't resist. Posted by: John at March 4, 2008 02:31 PM Time-traveling Imperial Romans. What kind of a place is this? No vomitorium? John Belushi: "Hold your hair while you puke, ma'am?" Posted by: houlahan at March 4, 2008 03:29 PM If she had time to ask the bartender for a bowl didn't her clod of a husband have time to hoof it to the john? Or was he disabled in some way and knew he wouldn't make it? Seriously, there HAS to be a reason, beyond incredibly poor manners, that he stayed at the table. I agree with Meg. FW needs to post this on Liz's site. She has the barfiest kids EVER and will surely appreciate this. Posted by: auntjone at March 4, 2008 03:44 PM Oh ewwww, that would make me want to quit too! Posted by: Nancy Liedel - The Goat Rodeo at March 5, 2008 04:38 AM It would have killed him to go to the mens room? Geez! Posted by: Geggie at March 5, 2008 07:59 AM whoa...really? *really*? whoa. Posted by: michelle @ TNS at March 8, 2008 08:45 PM  |