This is a real sentence I heard come out of a biddies’s mouth as she talked on the phone too loudly outside the library yesterday afternoon:
“I think when today’s over I’m going to throw up.”
I’m sorry, whaaaat?
I’m not sure what the most concerning part of this situation is.
First there’s the issue that this girl is scheduling a vom session for later tonight in the middle of the day. I hope that in her planner there is a clearly labeled section of time that reads “throw up.” God forbid she forget to write it down and then accidentally sign up for a kickboxing class and throwing up completely slips her mind. Tragedy.
Next is the fact that she’s telling her friend about it on the phone…perhaps hoping to schedule a group vom session? Maybe she doesn’t like to throw up alone? I’m imaging the person on the other line saying “No way, me too! What time? I’ll come over and then we can get dinner and watch Real World afterwards.”
Lastly if I was the kind of person who a) scheduled my throwing up and b) told other people about it, then I guess announcing it in a very public area wouldn’t bother me but this seems like a very personal matter that doesn’t need a public forum for discussion. I can only imagine what the rest of her conversation sounded like. In fact, I’m sort of regretting not turning around and following her down the quad so I could enjoy finding out other gross details of her personal life.
Obviously this poor girl did not realize I could hear her as she paraded through campus discussing her mental health issues, but this left quite an impression on my day.
I truly hope this biddie didn’t throw up because of her bad day and instead enjoyed a nice elliptical session during the hour long block of Say Yes to the Dress on TLC instead (always does the trick for me).
