Last Sunday I was reminded of a story that I have never told anyone until now. As I was standing by the coffee machines talking to some friends that I had not seen for while I happened to look over to my left and see a kid that didn’t look so good. He was about 9 years old and had that look of a kid at an amusement park who had to much cotton candy and just got off the worst roller coaster ride of his life. Needless to say, he did what I thought he would do….throw up. But, this little guy played it cool. In a room full of about 300 people he managed to keep this a secret, well at least it was our little secret. He knew what was happening, and so he headed to the trash can right next to the coffee machines and started to unload. It was one of those moments where you want to look away but you can’t. I stood there and watched as he threw up into the trash can and then looked around to see if anyone noticed and walked away. It was like he was an old pro at throwing up. After watching him do his business I was reminded of a story that happened to me when I was in second grade.
I went to North County Christian School during the day and in the afternoon I was one of several kids that went to the after care. The day that this upchucking kid reminded me of was a miserable day. From the early morning I was not feeling well at all. I went to the office to call my mom to have her come and pick me up. Now my Mom is one of those Moms that does not let their kids miss school for anything. Needless to say, she was not leaving work to come and pick up her child (I had tried this trick a couple of times before, this time I really did feel sick). I made it all the way to about 430 when my mom arrived to pick me and my little sister up to go home. I remember being in a hurry to get to the car. I had that nauseous feeling and the room would not stop spinning. All I can remember is telling my mom I was going to the car to lay down. I left her where she picked up my sister and headed towards the lobby to go out to the parking lot. Now North County Christian School was also a church. And this lobby was your typical 1990’s lobby. Tile lined the floors and a bunch of fake plants lined the walls. On my way out through the lobby I finally figured out why I was feeling so bad, I needed to throw up. In the middle of the church lobby I threw up everywhere. Relived that I finally got it out of my system but bummed that I threw up I was faced with a major decision. Do I continue my journey to the car? Do I go to the bathroom in case of another sudden arrival of disaster (aka puke). Or do I go back to my mom and tell her what happened? I chose the last option, but with a twist. I went back to my mom and stood by the door of where she was picking up my sister. But I played it cool, acting like nothing happened. Five minutes later we had my sister and where ready to go home. We headed towards puke zone and I had to make an important decision, tell the truth to her before she stumbled upon the mess or pretend like I had no clue what happened. As we walked into the lobby the janitor had already made his way onto the scene. His name was Mr Hit. Mr Hit was an old grisly man that had the belly of Santa Claus and the smell of all grandpa’s…old spice. He looked at my mom and then at me and asked if we knew who did this? We admired the projectory of the “goods” and then I played it cool and pretended to have no clue. How much can a second grade kid know right? My mom as well did not have any answers for Mr Hit and so we continued on our journey towards the car and I left the thing(s) that was making me feel bad all day behind for Mr. Hit to deal with.
I never told my mom that it was me that threw up in the lobby. Mainly because I didn’t want to have to clean it up. I figured that she would want to use it as a life lesson or something like that and make me go back in there and help. All I wanted to do was get home and watch some TV. Sorry about that Mr Hit.
I have never told anyone that it was me that puked in the lobby of North County Christian School in 1995.
Why? I do not know.
I guess I never had a reason to tell this memorable day from second grade. At least that was until I witnessed a kid throw up in a trash can in a room of 300 people and not have anyone notice.