Oh, barf (literally)

On our way back from Tahoe last night, we stopped at In N' Out burger (requisite apres ski food). There was a family with a couple of kids in line in front of us placing their order as we stepped up to the counter. Mmm ... how I love an animal style cheeseburger.

As I'm thinking about my delicious burger, suddenly, the little boy empties his stomach contents EVERYWHERE. And I mean, he puked on the counter in front of the cash register, then on the floor in front of it, then on the floor some more, splashing on the shoes and pants of a nearby woman. So as I'm averting my eyes to avoid puking myself (all the while backing away, backing awaaaay), Peter can't help but to stare it at in horror.

After the kid is carted off to the bathroom, Peter and I are left standing at the counter (but away from the carnage). And now there's not only puddles of barf all over the floor, but it's also on the counter and it's DRIPPING off the counter AND on the wall underneath the counter. *gag*

Peter: Um. Do you want to go through the drive-thru?