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French Vanilla Coffee......
A friend of mine named Rick and i were doing a salvage job cutting up an
irrigation unit. We were working about 30 miles away in Michigan. We
normally get done with our 12 hour shifts at work, change clothes, and go to
work on these types of projects that usually lasted way past dark after
working the 6pm to 6am shift the night before.
So this one day... I got home and asked the now exwife to please quickly
make me something to eat as going yet another 18 hours without food was
more than i wanted to deal with. She chose hamburger macaroni helper or
some type of concoction to the like. So i wolfed a mass amount down got
changed, and grabbed my coffee.The coffee was the problem as at that time
i was into the french vanilla coffee stage. And now a little about my friend
rick, he hated even the smell of that stuff and would even remind me 2-3
times on the 10 minute drive to work. Rick smoked marlboro reds and i was
(quit 1-9-99) a camel light man. He said the camels were worse then the
reds... like either one showed good health support to our bodies ;)
So, back to the story. We were about half way to the site when i take a
guzzle of the french vanilla stuff when it went down the wrong pipe and i
started choking... and badly... unable to breath or yell help, rick continues to
drive thinking it was a camels attack... "have another camel" he says in a
pissy tone... still unable to breath i only could do one thing...
And when i vomited it was like a shower of macaroni and french vanilla
coffee... noodles were stuck to my coveralls and i started to breath... i look
at rick who is now driving with his head ALMOST facing the drivers
window and looking down the road only out of the corner of his eye... i try
to clean up a little and i notice since it was a full mug of coffee that i only had
a noodle or 2 on the lid so i try to to rinse it off out of the window that i
rolled down...
wrong thing to do as the speed of the truck doing 60 forces the cup to empty
itself and whips back in all the wonderful smelling beverage. ricks scowl
turns greenish blue... and we were silent the rest of the day....
but... at work i kept yelling noodles and he looked ill... he informed me it
wasn't the vomit, it was the bath of french vanilla that made him ill....
true story...
A friend of mine named Rick and i were doing a salvage job cutting up an
irrigation unit. We were working about 30 miles away in Michigan. We
normally get done with our 12 hour shifts at work, change clothes, and go to
work on these types of projects that usually lasted way past dark after
working the 6pm to 6am shift the night before.
So this one day... I got home and asked the now exwife to please quickly
make me something to eat as going yet another 18 hours without food was
more than i wanted to deal with. She chose hamburger macaroni helper or
some type of concoction to the like. So i wolfed a mass amount down got
changed, and grabbed my coffee.The coffee was the problem as at that time
i was into the french vanilla coffee stage. And now a little about my friend
rick, he hated even the smell of that stuff and would even remind me 2-3
times on the 10 minute drive to work. Rick smoked marlboro reds and i was
(quit 1-9-99) a camel light man. He said the camels were worse then the
reds... like either one showed good health support to our bodies ;)
So, back to the story. We were about half way to the site when i take a
guzzle of the french vanilla stuff when it went down the wrong pipe and i
started choking... and badly... unable to breath or yell help, rick continues to
drive thinking it was a camels attack... "have another camel" he says in a
pissy tone... still unable to breath i only could do one thing...
And when i vomited it was like a shower of macaroni and french vanilla
coffee... noodles were stuck to my coveralls and i started to breath... i look
at rick who is now driving with his head ALMOST facing the drivers
window and looking down the road only out of the corner of his eye... i try
to clean up a little and i notice since it was a full mug of coffee that i only had
a noodle or 2 on the lid so i try to to rinse it off out of the window that i
rolled down...
wrong thing to do as the speed of the truck doing 60 forces the cup to empty
itself and whips back in all the wonderful smelling beverage. ricks scowl
turns greenish blue... and we were silent the rest of the day....
but... at work i kept yelling noodles and he looked ill... he informed me it
wasn't the vomit, it was the bath of french vanilla that made him ill....
true story...
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