I am never letting Cynthia take me to Red Lobster again, Jenna thought as she wiped the gunk from her lips. There was no other way to put it; she had made a mess. Her lunch had come back up, and it had come up quickly. Most of the puke had filled the sink, but more than enough had splashed out, with chunks speckled along the mirrors and counters. And, to her major disgust, up the front of her blouse.
A few minutes later, she was back in her office making a call. "Hello, custodial department? This is admissions. We need a clean up in the staff bathroom over here."
"Why, what's happened?"
"I... Someone vomited all over the women's bathroom. It's everywhere. Do you think you could send someone over to clean it up?"
Silence. "Yeah, I'll get someone on it. Anything else?"
"No, thanks." Jenna put the phone down, then took a second to look at herself. It wasn't a pretty sight, and it didn't smell much better. She was going to have to head home and change. Luckily she was the head of her department; no one would be coming around to ask about her temporary absence.
The drive was quick. Standing in front of her wardrobe, Jenna realized that the blouse was too far gone to save. The shoes and skirt could be washed, but the sheer amount of spew on her shirt made it only suitable for the trash. She set it aside, slipping into a new outfit, and grabbing a more comfortable pair of heels.
Without any more trouble, she left the house, chucking the blouse into the trash as she walked to her car.
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