The Bulimic Homeless Dude...

On Saturday I was walking towards the car with Olivia's carseat on my left hand and my cellphone on the other.
I was talking to a friend.
As I approach my car a homeless guy comes in the parking lot and he's walking towards me.
Ignoring the fact that I am talking to somebody on my cell, he starts talking to me:
"Hey where's the shelter here to get a warm meal and a blanket? The cop told me to go one block east and one block south and it's around here but I can't find it"
I tell my friend I will call her back and tell the dude I'll call the police and see if they have an address.
In the meantime he is giving me the rundown on his life:
"F*ing job got me f*ing laid off and I have no f*ing family and no f*ing place to go, I got no f*ing sleep last night, the f*ing rain made it f*ing cold, I need an f*ing blanket... blablaf*ingblabla"
"Yeah that sucks..."- I try to be sympathetic.
As I am on hold with the Provo Police, waiting for the address, the dude turns a little to his left, sticks his ENTIRE hand in his mouth and starts puking!!!
YES!
Vomit is FLYING out of his mouth and it ALMOST hit me!
EW!!
I was wearing flipyflopies and took a couple of steps back and, in disbelief, watched him for a couple of seconds.
I was seriously frozzen!
Speechless and without speech!
Then he keeps on doing this to himself and I hang up the phone, tell him "hey they're still on hold and I really gotta go, so... good luck" and hurry to my car.

And THIS, my fellow bloggers, is what *I* get when I try to help others!
;)