| HederaNaturale |
04-05-2004 02:36 PM |
deltabrat that is truly the nastiest. hands down! a TOENAIL??!! And I LOVE PF Changs! :(
But my nasty restaurant experience ruined a whole family vacation. The last night of our trip to Disneyworld, we stopped in for dinner at TGI Friday's. My aunt and her son order steak dinners and milkshakes to drink... we all thought this was a bad idea, but whatever. They're notorious for ordering stuff like that and they always get sick tummies afterward. My aunt says the milkshakes tasted a little funny and were watery, but they drank them anyway. Later that night, I notice my aunt is running back an forth to the bathroom every couple of minutes. I charge it to the milkshake/steak combination.
The next morning while we're packing to leave, my cousin suddenly throws up all over himself. So we throw his clothes in the wash, and he cleans up and changes. A few minutes later, he throws up again. It's too late to wash this set because we have to check out by 10, and we don't want to carry the vomity clothes with us for the 12-hour trip back to South Carolina, so we throw them in the trash. So we're in the car, it's 9:58, and he jumps out of the car (breaking the seat) and throws up AGAIN. So we throw that set away too. By now we realize this is going to be a miserable trip for all, so we stop at K Mart, buy him a few t shirts and shorts to change into along the way, and my aunt admits that she feels sickly too, so we get her some Mylanta. We didn't think it was anything serious, so we get back on the road and know that we're going to have to make a lot of stops. As soon as we get on the highway, my cousin has to stop at a gas station and use the bathroom, so he and my grandfather get out, and while they're there, my aunt says she needs to go as well. She doesn't even make it inside the gas station-- she throws up as soon as she gets out of the car and starts walking.
So we drive around Orlando looking for a hospital and end up at the overcrowded city hospital. A bleeding woman who I'm postive was a prostitute was being carried in in handcuffs by the police yelling and kicking when we came in. My aunt and cousin are passed out in the hospital waiting room for three hours before they're seen. When they finally see a doctor, we're told that they have food poisoning, and it had to have been from those milkshakes, because that was the only thing that they ate that none of the rest of us did. We ended up heading home around 7 that night, and my aunt and cousin were miserable for the next couple of days. To this day, no one in my family eats at Friday's. Period.
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