Vomit!

No, really, this story is about vomit, so if you have weak stomach, you better turn the page. So today I am working at the front desk because our clerk is sick. This kid asks to go home because he doesn't feel well. I think he is full of Bologna until he darts out the front door and vomits. As it turns out, the kid is full of Cheetos and Hawaiian Punch. *shudder* So one of the jobs, that I have recently decided I am not paid enough to do, is clean up this mess. So the principal is like "get a bucket of bleach water and rinse off the front steps..." And I do. And it is gross!!! And THEN I look down and see neon orange stuff on the leg of my black pants. And I think to myself "OMG...Is that Cheeto vomit?!?!?!...Oh God, I feel faint...." But then I realize, No. No, that would just be bleach. So I basically a kid vomits and RUINS a pair of my dress pants. What a frickin' day!