Beware of the Jerky

This weekend while I was in Noblesville, my Dad and I went out to get a hair cut. It was around 6:00, so I was getting pretty hungry. To my delight, there sat a pre-packaged stick of beef-jerky next to my seat. I'm not sure if Dad said "hey you want some jerky?" or if I just shoved it in my face on instinct, but the point is that I ate it not knowing how long it had been sitting in my dad's car soaking up sun and becoming pre-packaged rot.

Last summer Dad traded in his Ford Explorer for a brand new Jeta. Part of the decision was due to gas prices, the other was because he wanted a more professional ride. In this process of being more "professional", he began keeping the car clean and did not allow newspapers and blueprints to pile up in the back seat. However, food was not a part of this equation.

So, it was not to my surprise that the stomach-ache I was having was probably from the stick of jerky and not Dad's excessively bad driving (He's been pulled over for drunk driving when he was sober). Not only was I starting to get sick because of the spoiled meat, but Dad's hugging curves and speeding provided catalyst for my illness. To top it off, all the barbers were closed on Saturday afternoon.

I was planning on driving back to campus that night, but I was too sick to even think about getting back in a car. I did absolutely nothing that day, what a waste.