Did I ever tell you about the time I threw up in the detergent aisle at the grocery store?
I was five years old and I had stayed home sick from school. Mom must have really needed stuff from the store, and for some reason, she decided to take me with her.
A lot of the time, if she was planning to be gone for less than 10 or 15 minutes, she'd just run out and leave me home by myself. The only time it was a problem was one time she forgot about a small saucepan in which she had been heating up some canned peas. They burned. I cannot even begin to describe the smell. I still hate peas to this very day. [/childhood trauma]
So, yeah, anyways, I'm sick and she drags me to the grocery store. I have no idea how long we'd been there, but we walked down the aisle where all the laundry soap, floor cleaners, Lysol, etc. were shelved. Basically, I just leaned forward and puked. Missed my shoes—I remember that distinctly. She picked me up and carried me out of the store.
That's all I really remember about the incident.
But now I have to hold my breath when I walk down the aisle at the store with the detergents. Smelling that won't make me gag or anything…I just have to get out of there quickly.
That ever happen to you?
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