Bumblebee Tuna

Leigh, Jared, and I were walking to lunch in Pike Place. Sauntering along, we pass the cluttered food stands adjacent to the street. The lunch crowd is out in full force and lines are forming behind the best lunch spots. A substantial line has formed behind one nondescript Asian food counter. We are negotiating the narrow sidewalk around the line when we are nearly blindsided by a streaking food server, the only clue to her occupation is her white apron. Just as she makes her way beyond us, she reels back and...wait for it...projectile vomits, nearly spattering Leigh's new boots with dietary shrapnel. Naturally we stop, disgusted looks upon our faces. Calmly the woman wipes her mouth and makes her way back to the counter to wash her hands. Leigh is the first to speak, naturally. "Oh...Bumblebee Tuna!" Grins return to our faces and we find ourselves somehow less hungry. Surprisingly enough, not one of the patrons in line at the counter left after the woman puked.