I don’t usually go out to drink, normally I have a few friends over and we sit around telling stories over some beers. I was invited to a local bar one Friday evening and thought that a change “might” be nice and opted to go. The night started off great, drinks, dancing, friends, what more could I ask for? Then I felt it…the overwhelming urge to puke! I began to look for the shortest route to the nearest bathroom and began what seemed like a mile hike to the bathroom! Just as I was approaching the entrance to my destination, it became clear to me that I was not going to make it. I quickly surveyed the area to determine where an available trash can was or if there was an open door or window nearby, to my dismay, there wasn’t! Just as I turned to run towards an open area, a very sober man had just purchased a nice cold draft beer and had turned in my direction as I began to run in his. We stopped short of hitting one and other but the jolt from the stop was the icing on the cake…I felt the vomit in my throat rising and could not stop it! Before I knew what had happened I hear a yell and a splash! Not only did I throw up all over this now repulsed man but in his nice, fresh, cold draft beer! Needless to say, I never went back there!!!