Last week we made plans with friends for a bite to eat this evening. As we meet them at the restaurant, we see their slow child (that's not being facetious as she is actually retarded) and the father-in-law of the hubby. Now understand the FIL looks exactly like Arthur Shawcross and vibes me the wrong way. Ten minutes or so into the meal the child proceeds to vomit all over herself and the mother, and this was a thick stinky puke rather than watery projectile puke, yet they stayed to finish the meal. At this point my head is in my hands as I was desperately attempting to calm down in some capacity. I was so angered my wife asked if I was crying and I told her it was because my rage was somewhere in the seventh level of hell which explained a lot. After another 30 minutes we finally left..........wondering what in the hell we just experienced. Note: On Wednesday the child had emergency surgery to replace a failing shunt in her brain yet the parents still brought her out tonight. For a moment I thought Allen Funt was punking me but then I remembered he was dead.