You scramble to the bathroom just as the cashier says, "Can I take your order?" Your heart's racing, your stomach's in convulsions, and your knees are shaking.
You slam the door of the bathroom open and nearly fall flat on your face. Two of the stalls are occupied, and a man is drying off his hands with a paper towel. He jumps back, terrified by your outburst.
Toilet or sink? Toilet or sink?! You know you're about to hurl, and if you don't decide quick, this poor man's going to be splattered with a mouthful of projectile green stuff.
>> Barf in the sink?