When I was a kid, we never had me ride in the car without a puke bucket.
I’d puke after 5 minutes of riding in the backseat, without fail, like clockwork. You could set a watch to it.
But it was always a bucket, not a big bowl. But maybe that’s because we had dedicated puke buckets and deliberately chose plastic bathroom trash cans in case I wasn’t able to make it to the toilet myself.
I’m now something of an expert on making it to the toilet.
Do something 10,000 times…
@GlytchMeister Our dad drank a lot for most of the 80s and kept a dark orange bowl like this one under his side of the bed for puking after a night of too much drinking. We never used the bowl for anything else though; it was always “dad’s bowl”.
@annamuneca
Makes me feel even more justified in not liking popcorn.