I spent most of Friday night throwing up in to a plastic bag, because I couldn't get out of bed quick enough. Then DH helpfully pointed out it had holes in the bottom of it . Alcohol may have been involved though.
"No, it will have killed the plant. Puke is acid." - that has just made me PSML for some reason.
Hunched over my desk quaking with laughter at the whole scenario, actually. Poor Shiney.
I had campylobacter poisoning once - went back to work before I was 100%. I threw up in my waste paper basket (no time to run to loo). Colleague looked at me very oddly and told me to go home.
I had to walk to the bus stop, about half a mile, and on the way I threw up again outside Allied Carpets. V embarassing, people looked at me as if I was a scumbag.
I don't think I would call teh shop, though. How the hell would that conversation go:
Shiney - i am not very well, I threw up in one of your plants earlier on, I am at home now DIY OAP - errrm, oKAY then Shiney - I don't want any one to accidentally buy it DIY OAP - which plant was it. Shiney - um the big tall thing with purple flowers, over by the miracle gro DIY OAP - Right.... Shiney - ohmigodamgonnahurlagain <hear running and vom splattering noises in background> DIY OAP - <slams down phone and complains to colleagues about freak callers>