And I regretted it. Turns out, that piece of shit was just waiting to give food poisoning to an unsuspecting customer, such as myself. Before the car was even out of the city (the closest place anything known as "civilization" was), I was more than ready to shit myself. So, since the nearest establishment guarenteed to have a stall being a mall, I was "sprinting" as best a man about to implode his boxers could into the mall and rushing into the men's room next to the entrance. I'm sure I turned quite a few looks my way, could of attracted attention from the cops if I had bad timing, surely.
But hey, one painful, vomit-diarrhea episode hour later, I felt like I wasn't going to be incapacitated, and returned to my faithful friend who decided to not drive off after the wait.
And yes, I sparked some unwanted interest in some passerby-ers in the restroom. It can be difficult for some people to mind their own when someone sounds like they're trying to cough up a chunk of tar the size of a watermelon, eh?
Thank god I'm such a shameless, next-to-impossible to embarass person, or I'd probably have reoccuring nightmares of this every once in a while, like those "in class wearing nothing but undergarments" dreams some people have as kids. All I was concerned about was how shitty I felt (literally and metaphorically). =P
Castle crashers sig ftw.