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12/08/2004: "Office Topic"
Mrs. Fibbitson, the church secretary, was vomited on by her granddaughter last Friday. This was not such a delight as one might suppose. But it was, in a way, the highlight of her weekend, and we ended up talking puke for a while yesterday. Her daughter, the baby's mother, claims that she had never thrown up in her whole life until she got morning sickness. Is this a likely claim, I ask. Digestion, I thought, was a highly uncertain endeavor for everyone, especially in early childhood. No, she insists, says Mrs. F. She was raising four and can't keep straight any more who was puking and who wasn't. I admit that I had always found the experience unpleasant, but that I underwent the ordeal, periodically, throughout my childhood, youth, and young adulthood. In those later years, the subsequent experience generally followed a prior behavioral choice. Eventually, I had a realization: if you don't like puking, maybe you should drink less. College education.
