The Proof Is In The Pooting

Lest you think the idea of fast-food workers messing with your order is just an urban legend... Mrs. HM will now prevent PROOF! Or at least circumstantial evidence!

Remember how the Hillbilly Family stopped by McDonald's on the way to the casino on Monday? And how Mrs. HM was concerned that the workers would exact revenge for Farmer H daring to complain about nobody coming to the window? And how the sandwiches were very loosely wrapped, almost as if they had been opened?

Wednesday night, I was suddenly a bit indisposed... during the last 15 minutes of a special 2-hour live episode of Big Brother! I missed the very end! All because I was in pain, sitting upon the throne. My poop stomach had been rumbly for a couple days. And a little painful. This was the result.

It continued for about three hours. Multiple trips back to sit upon the throne. Also, a feeling of nausea, though nothing came of that.

Thursday morning, Farmer H reported that he had a terrible night. That he had a headache and bellyache and nausea, and that he broke out in a sweat, then got cold.

Thursday morning at 11:30, The Pony sent me a text that he been up with diarrhea since 5:00 a.m. That he didn't think he could make our Errand Day shopping trip.

Well. What's the common denominator here? It hit us all within eight hours of each other. I used to think that food poisoning hit about 24 hours after you ingested something bad. Looking it up, Google said it could be within 2-4 hours, or take days.

When I mentioned that to Farmer H, he said that he had had diarrhea before leaving the casino on Monday! At around 1:30. We ate the McDonald's around 9:30.

I can't prove it, but I'm pretty sure the McDonald's food is what made us sick! Too much time waiting, without seeing what was going on behind those windows blocked by ads.

The Pony pointed out that the casino was on a boil water order that day, in compliance with the city-wide alert. Indeed, we could not get our FREE fountain sodas. The casino had free bottled water. That's what we had with our meal. The Pony said the only other possibility was that the cook had used tap water to wash our food, and maybe the water was bad. I don't think so. You don't wash corn dogs, fries, battered catfish, or fried chicken. Besides, the frying itself would kill anything contaminated by washing.

I'm pretty sure those petty McDonald's workers were trying to kill us!