One time, I threw up on the floor of a Home Depot. I mean, I didn't walk in with the intention to defile the place, and it had nothing to do with their poor customer service. Well, it could have been the hot dog stand out front of the place...not sure. Anyway, so I had a lot of people stare at me and disappear quickly because, I mean, hello...sick. Sickness is sick.
Um...I have some things I should be getting done today, things that don't involve telling gross stories.
By the way, Home Depot really ought to have more quickly accessible bathrooms. Or at least trash cans.