We should move this thread to the anti-social forum
Gastric flu, two days of wanting to slash my wrists if I only had the strength to lift my backside from the toilet or my chin from the sink, nothing left inside but slime and a few hardy bacteria gassing off. First meal after compressed that all the way down, and sooner or later something had to give.
Cleared the college cafeteria OUT. People bailed through the fire exits, it was that bad.
A well timed "JESUS CHRIST, Dave, what crawled up YOUR arse and died?!" deflected the blame nicely
My friend and I applied for airline jobs in Australia, but they didn't Qantas.
