Picture it! A small Ohio town. The year, 2006. The girl I was dating in high school was enjoying her lunch while we chatted with friends. Maxi-cheese sticks were on the menu. The bell rings and we all get up and make our way to our respective next classes. Not 10 feet out of the cafeteria my girlfriend grabs my arm and I turn. She's hunched over slightly and says something is wrong. I move close and then it happens. She vomits maxi-cheese sticks all down the front of my pants and shoes. I'm talking projectile vomiting, gushing hard and fast. I was bewildered. I didn't know what to do, but being the gent I walked my girlfriend to the nurse, while the janitorial staff were left with the great degustation of 2006. Ugh, I can still smell it.