A bloody slasher flick during dinner or watching an eyeball operation while eating grapes is not the kind of stuff that fazes me.
It’s hard to gross out someone who habitually takes photos of dead and rotting things.
But a cell phone conversation I overheard in the lunchmeat aisle at Fry’s Food Store made me pretty sick.
A woman was loudly discussing projectile vomiting just as I happened to be staring at some slimy pink meat.
She was wearing one of those colorful scrubs shirts that indicates work at a clinic, so I was glad to learn, at least, she was talking about a patient and not discussing the topic for kicks.
Since she then mentioned isolation and kennel, we can only hope she worked at a veterinarian’s office.
She moved on to loudly discuss projectile stuff coming from the other end. I quickly scampered into frozen foods without buying that meat. And I also steered clear of the peanut butter.
What’s the most disturbing phone cell conversation you overheard?
What do you do when confronted with loud, disgusting conversations?
Should there be a ban on cell phones in the meat aisle?