Was it the slightly undercooked eggs? The greasy little sausages?
Hours after this delicious breakfast I noticed the first signs of stomach trouble and over the next twenty-four hours suffered terribly.
I ignored it at first. I was at the time shopping with two women, two children, and a baby and thought that was the cause of the nausea. "How do I get myself into situations like this?", I thought to myself as I waited for them to all finish looking excitedly at handbags, straw hats, and novelty t-shirts. Meanwhile my stomach was in knots.
Later it hit full force (almost while in the car). Projectile Vomiting, Projectile Diarrhea, Muscle Spasms, Delirious ranting about mullet-headed Oregon rednecks ("....well they aren't sophisticates.").Words can't adequately describe the horrors of this stomach flu. After me it got the wife, the children, the grandma. A house full of vomiting, and then as quickly as it had come it left us; all exhausted and a little achy.