Won't stay down

Jun 4, 08:44 PM

I thought I could handle it, obviously.

I would not have gone on it had I thought otherwise. I was doing quite fine until the cages started rotating end over end, with no end in sight. It was then that my stomach and I had a rather sudden disagreement concerning where its contents should be. (I thought it could at least have the decency to wait until I was out of public view.)

And I lost, becoming a spinning, spiraling anti-tornado of partially broken-down (but still quite recognizable) lunch and breakfast, in that order. Apparently the ride attendant either caught sight of the expelled substance or heard the polite shout of the person sitting next to me to end the ride early, an idea I was fully behind.

“Are you going to clean that up? Otherwise it’s five dollars for me to” the merciful yet gleeful ride attendant spurted, drawing the attention of the other carnival attendants nearby like a hungry pack of hyenas. “I see you’ve had some rice today.” How observant. I said I would clean up after myself, but he declined as its part of the carnival attendant job description.

I quickly left the premises, as I had additional upheavals ahead, although of a lesser volume. Some things are meant to be private. I fortunately got a few photos and videos (“unfortunately” none of the event) before my body so publicly betrayed me.

Otherwise it was a fun day at fair.

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