Meatloaf

Mom's cooking was a hit.

Someone mistakenly complemented my mom on her meatloaf. She took that complement  and ran with it, cranking out meatloaves for everyone. She gave one to our neighbor, our mailman, our minister, and some lady she ran into at the market. Mom made one and sent it to school with me and a note to my teacher that said: Enjoy! I made this for you and your class today!

Mrs. Jones, being polite, said: Class, today we have a special treat for lunch. Sam's mom made this wonderful meatloaf for us to share! She sent me to the cafeteria for plates, forks and napkins, then we ate.

About an hour after lunch, Sarah jumped up and said: Mrs. Jones, my stomach doesn't feel so good. May I be excused? She ran for the door, but didn't make it. Cliff ran to the sink and vomited, then Art tried to get up, but the movement caused him to soil himself, like Sarah. Peggy covered her mouth trying to make it to the sink, but squirted vomit between her chubby fingers before she got there. 

I was just sitting there like: Holy Cow. Mom's Meatloaf. How Embarrassing. 

Ruby was huddled in the corner, sweating and foaming at the mouth. She said: I need to puke, but I don't want to in front of everybody. I said: Let it rip. Nobody cares at this point. Damage has been done.

Mrs. Jones said: Now class... then she grabbed her trash can and heaved. She heaved and cried, trying to keep her hair out of it. 

When the bell rang, I took mom's Meatloaf pan and went home.