Traumatized

I think a sufficient amount of time has passed since the "incident" and I have recovered enough from the experience to talk about it now. jk - although it was pretty traumatic.......
It all started with a double date with friends for dinner and a movie on Saturday, the day after Christmas. I didn't start out the date in the best of moods because I had a killer headache that I could not get rid of, but I was a trooper and went anyway. After we grabbed a quick bite to eat, we headed over to stand in line to see Sherlock Holmes. After we picked out our seats I decided to go to the ladies room before the movie started. On my way out of the restroom the very distinctive smell of vomit hit my nostrils. Then another lady walked through the door and slipped a bit and we both looked down to see what had caused the slip. What was it? Vomit! I carefully maneuvered around the trail and then had to jump over the finial resting spot of all the spewing. On my way back to the theater I couldn't shake the smell of vomit from my nostrils or the horror from my eyeballs. When I went to sit down in my seat my arm brushed up against my side, and it was wet. Oh no, what was that. Oh man, please don't tell me that's what I think it is. I have to look..... Oh yea, it's vomit! How the crap did that get on me. Is this a case of someone eating too much, is the lady pregnant and had a violent reaction to the restroom or was it a deathly ill type vomit? What the heck am I going to do now. I don't have anything else to wear and the movie hasn't even started yet! Well, I have to try and wash it off! Back to the bathroom I trotted, but I had to go to a different one because the other one was under major damage control. I scrubbed and scrubbed which was not easy! The sink only had cold water and it was motion activated so you have to wave your hand around a million times to get the stinkin water to turn on for a half a second! While I was scrubbing my flesh off I kept having CSI type visions of how on earth I could have ended up with some ladies vomit on my shirt. I never saw the vomiting take place. Did I bump into her? Did I brush up against the wall where there was some splattered? I have no flippin idea! I managed to get my sweater pretty clean and I washed my hands about 15 times and went back to the movie. Nate and our friends kept asking me if I was alright and I guess I just had a dazed and shocked look on my face for about 20 minutes and I wasn't about to eat or touch anything! I made it through the movie, which was so very enjoyable and then immediately threw my clothes in the washing machine and scrubbed myself some more when I got home.