Not quite on a par with shitting yourself, but here's mine.
In 1994, I was at my brother Andy's wedding. I was as sick as the proverbial dog (either flu or food poisoning), but in my family, family obligations are to be met, full stop and no excuses.
I made it through the ceremony fine, but at the reception, I was introduced to Andy's new father-in-law. He was a sweet old duffer. We made small talk for a minute or two, then he got a look of concern. He stepped closer, looked up at me and said, 'Are you well, boyo? You don't look so...' and I vommed right in his face.
Boru
In 1994, I was at my brother Andy's wedding. I was as sick as the proverbial dog (either flu or food poisoning), but in my family, family obligations are to be met, full stop and no excuses.
I made it through the ceremony fine, but at the reception, I was introduced to Andy's new father-in-law. He was a sweet old duffer. We made small talk for a minute or two, then he got a look of concern. He stepped closer, looked up at me and said, 'Are you well, boyo? You don't look so...' and I vommed right in his face.
Boru
‘I can’t be having with this.’ - Esmeralda Weatherwax
