Olive Garden Outbreak
I had been friends with a girl for a while throughout high school and college. We had hung out at school, parents’ houses, and parties, so we knew each other well. I eventually convinced her to date me. Being 19 and in suburbia, the Olive Garden was the nicest place I could think to take her.
The dinner was uneventful but pleasant. As we were driving back to a friend’s apartment to hang out, we sensed that something was greatly amiss in our stomachs.
We just looked at each other nervously as I was driving. I knew she was thinking the same thing I was—”hurry up and get to the apartment”. As we ran through the door, we were greeted by a single, unoccupied bathroom.
We spent the rest of the night taking turns delivering relatively undigested salad, breadsticks, and chicken parmesan to the Clayton County sewers. Story credit: Reddit / (semisimian)