This happened to me back in 1997 during the July long weekend. My buddy and I had plans to go to the Huntsville, Ontario area for some pike fishing on Doe Lake. We headed up a Friday night. As usual, my buddy brings along a whole bunch of junk food. This time it was a huge bag of egg-cheese pastries that his mom fried up. Personally, I thought they were pretty gross because they smelled like foot odor and there was fat & oil dripping from the bag. As he inhaled them, I insisted that he open the window because the fumes emanating from the bag were beginning to make my eyes water. Needless to say, it was not a very pleasant drive up and things were going to get worse.
We arrived close to midnight and because of the long weekend we were lucky to find a motel that still had a vacancy ( despite being 30 minutes from the lake ). Anyway, we hit the sack immediately hoping to get an early start in the next day.
The following morning, we prepared our gear and loaded up the car. As I opened my car door, a combination of hot air and rancid odor hit me in the face. It was the freaking pastries. My buddy had forgotten them under the car seat. I told him to toss the bag into the trash. The next I know, he rips open the bag starts eating them. Holy crapola, he ate every last one of those disgusting things. "They're really good when you heat them" he said. I guess he didn't understand that the reason they were warm was because they were fermenting in the hot sun inside my car.
I told him he was going to regret each and everyone one of those things he just devoured. He just snickered back at me and said mind your business.
That night at about 1 AM, that time bomb that was brewing in my friends belly detonated. I was awoken by a series of rude noises coming from the washroom. It was the sound of my buddy in agony. This went on for the entire night. He'd be running back and forth from the washroom either to throw-up or to perform the nasty viscous liquid #2. When I woke up the next morning, my buddy was in his bed moaning in pain. You should have seen him, his face was pale as a ghost. This is when I decided to drive to the pharmacy in Huntsville to get something that would kill the bacteria that were partying inside his stomach. Took me over 45 minutes to get there. After describing the symptoms to the pharmacist, she said I needed to get my buddy to the emergency room because it looked like he had a severe case of food poisoning. So I drove all the way back to the motel, helped my buddy into my car and speed 140km/h back to Huntsville where the hospital was.
Didn't want to risk having him shoot out a wet #2 on my seats.
He was treated for food poisoning and a severe case of dehydration. I was relieved when the doctor came out and informed me that he'd be OK but a little pi$$ed because they were going to hold him over night for precautionary measures. I told the doctor that my friend is always eating all kinds of rancid stuff that should have been trashed. As a big favor, I asked the doctor if they could pump his stomach out even if he didn't need it just to teach him a lesson. I even offered him a 20 dollar bribe to do it. He laughed and just walked away. When all was said and done, I had to spend an extra night in the motel while my buddy was recovering in the hospital. Worse weekend of fishing in my life.
Still wished they pumped out his stomach. That way, the weekend wouldn't have been a total loss.
We arrived close to midnight and because of the long weekend we were lucky to find a motel that still had a vacancy ( despite being 30 minutes from the lake ). Anyway, we hit the sack immediately hoping to get an early start in the next day.
The following morning, we prepared our gear and loaded up the car. As I opened my car door, a combination of hot air and rancid odor hit me in the face. It was the freaking pastries. My buddy had forgotten them under the car seat. I told him to toss the bag into the trash. The next I know, he rips open the bag starts eating them. Holy crapola, he ate every last one of those disgusting things. "They're really good when you heat them" he said. I guess he didn't understand that the reason they were warm was because they were fermenting in the hot sun inside my car.
I told him he was going to regret each and everyone one of those things he just devoured. He just snickered back at me and said mind your business.
That night at about 1 AM, that time bomb that was brewing in my friends belly detonated. I was awoken by a series of rude noises coming from the washroom. It was the sound of my buddy in agony. This went on for the entire night. He'd be running back and forth from the washroom either to throw-up or to perform the nasty viscous liquid #2. When I woke up the next morning, my buddy was in his bed moaning in pain. You should have seen him, his face was pale as a ghost. This is when I decided to drive to the pharmacy in Huntsville to get something that would kill the bacteria that were partying inside his stomach. Took me over 45 minutes to get there. After describing the symptoms to the pharmacist, she said I needed to get my buddy to the emergency room because it looked like he had a severe case of food poisoning. So I drove all the way back to the motel, helped my buddy into my car and speed 140km/h back to Huntsville where the hospital was.
Didn't want to risk having him shoot out a wet #2 on my seats.
He was treated for food poisoning and a severe case of dehydration. I was relieved when the doctor came out and informed me that he'd be OK but a little pi$$ed because they were going to hold him over night for precautionary measures. I told the doctor that my friend is always eating all kinds of rancid stuff that should have been trashed. As a big favor, I asked the doctor if they could pump his stomach out even if he didn't need it just to teach him a lesson. I even offered him a 20 dollar bribe to do it. He laughed and just walked away. When all was said and done, I had to spend an extra night in the motel while my buddy was recovering in the hospital. Worse weekend of fishing in my life.
Still wished they pumped out his stomach. That way, the weekend wouldn't have been a total loss.
