Lauren, Big C and Marilyn |
I already knew before the Mid-High Adventure Trip of 1995 that Lauren required a specific diet. Her favorite food- in fact, the ONLY real food she would eat- was macaroni and cheese. And not just any mac and cheese; it had to be Kraft! I do have some memory of riding around Atlanta trying to find her some KFC so she could eat the skin off of the chicken, but for the most part it was Kraft mac and cheese or bust. Upon reaching the Ocoee Inn on the trip we ate in their restaurant, where they had mac and cheese, but alas it was not Kraft. Lauren would eat junk food when we stopped for gas, but for the most part she just did not eat much on our trips.
We were coming back through Atlanta on our way home to Kissimmee when we stopped at a Wendy's, and Lauren got a Frosty. This was back in the day when every Frosty was chocolate. We proceeded on down the highway, and for the second time in my life (see A Waste of Good Cookies) I had someone tell me, in the midst of Atlanta rush hour traffic, that they might need to stop because of a stomach issue. And before we knew what was happening, Lauren was sick. And there was Frosty everywhere. Inside the white van. Outside the white van. ALL OVER the white van! I cannot fully express to you how unpleasant it was to see this Frosty for the second time. We pulled off the interstate as hundreds of cars went flying by, and we tried to clean up.
It was at this point that one of our Youth Counselors, Mike Mangan, performed a historic act of bravery. Mike was helping clean up the mess (which was significant!) and we didn't have nearly enough napkins or paper towels. Mike was wearing a gray Georgetown University t-shirt, and in a great act of personal sacrifice he took off the shirt and began to use it to soak up the secondhand Frosty. He mopped up the puke until his shirt was completely saturated. As we finished our clean-up and were getting back in the van, Mike stood by the roadside, starring at his shirt. It was almost as if he was saying good-bye. He then turned and tossed the Frosty stained t-shirt into some bushes by the highway and returned to then van. Seldom has one man sacrificed so much so that others could ride in a barf-free van...
Because of Jesus,
Note to self: Don't read Carl's blog over your morning oatmeal. :) Love to Lauren!
ReplyDeleteWhat? :) Nothing like a good barfing story to start your day!
DeleteAs a UCONN fan, I can't think of a better use for a Georgetown T-Shirt!!
ReplyDeleteI agree, Hal. As far as I was concerned losing the Georgetown t-shirt was the silver lining to the episode!
DeleteJerry has told me this story several times. Never gets old. But it's a lot funnier if you didn't have to live through it! :)
ReplyDelete--Melissa
It is a classic, Melissa. Plus I left out the part where all of the females got to see Mike with his shirt off. It was much like the current Burger King commercials featuring David Beckham. I don't remember anyone ever cheering for Jerry or I to take our shirts off...
DeleteThanks for sharing, Carl :) Although in the moment, it wasn't funny, I'm glad we can all laugh about it now! I enjoyed reliving the memories of our trips (the good, the bad, and the ugly!).
ReplyDeleteLauren
Thank you, Lauren, for giving me so many great memories! And we are not done yet!!!
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