On duty last night, sound asleep in my bed, and I get a call from the security assistant, who turns out to be my friend Mike. "Hey, sorry to tell you but there's vomit to be cleaned up on 2nd floor." So I go get the puke sucker and take it up to second floor, but when I get there I remember that I tend to gag when I see/smell vomit. I called another RA down from the 4th floor cause I knew he could handle poop, so why not puke? I am extremely grateful that he cleaned up the vomit for me and was very nice about the whole thing.
The Moral: Friends who clean up puke are real friends indeed.
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