There I was at around 8:30 in the morning, driving my 1971 Chevy pickup, its might six cylinder engine moving me down the road.
My stomach started feeling a little queasy, things were getting out of control down there.
Realizing I was in trouble, I pulled off the road into a parking lot and stopped. I barely had time to open my door before my stomach erupted. There I was, puking in the parking lot.
What was the cause? I didn’t have the flu and it wasn’t from drinking, (not a drinker).
It was because of this:
I was on my way to get on my tuxedo and meet my best friend to take her hand in marriage in an 11 o’clock ceremony. My stomach gave me a hard time because of nerves. Once I got past that parking lot episode, all was well and everything went smoothly.
Thirty five years ago today I puked in the parking lot, then married the love of my life. We’ve had a wonderful life together and are enjoying life even more now that we’re fulltime on the road.
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