Then we had to disembark from the ship, and we had made reservations for a hotel for that night because we didn't wanna have to take a chance of missing a flight if we got off the ship late or had problems with transfers or whatever. So, we stayed overnight at a hotel and we needed some supper, but we didn't wanna go anywheres and there was a 7-Eleven next door. And so we went there and got sandwiches for our supper, which I think probably was a very bad idea because the next morning, we had to catch a U -- Uber at five o' clock in the morning and when I woke up about quarter after four, I was so sick. Oh my gosh, I was sick, sick as a dog. And I had the dry heaves, and, because there was nothing in my stomach. And, uh, but we had to go to the airport in Orlando to catch our flight.  And, uh, so we went and I drank some water and ate a graham cracker, and, hoping that it would help and we got to the airport and were s- -- we got through TSA and all that foolishness and were just waiting. And my husband, and my son-in-law were gonna go get us some breakfast and bring it back 'cause we had some things we were keeping track of, luggage. And while -- just after they had walked away, I said to my daughter, I said, "I think I'm gonna throw up. I- I'm j- -- I feel sick." She said, "Well, there's a trash can right over there," just kind of offhand. She was kind of joking. Well, I was not joking and I ran over and I just barely made it in time and I threw up in the trashcan multiple times. It was just water, mostly. But anyway, I threw up in the trashcan, then came back and I said, "So, did anybody notice I was throwing up?" She said, "Oh yeah, there was about 100 people walked by, and some people looked sympathetic and some people were like, grossed out." So, I said, "Well, at least they wouldn't know who it was that did it because I had my head in the trash can, so they won't recognize me later."

Have I ever made myself eat something out of politeness?  Yes, I remember being a dinner guest at a place where I didn't know the host and hostess at all. They were like the family friend of someone I knew in college and he was like, "Okay I'm gonna, I have to go and, and hang out with my, you know, these friends of my parents," and "Would you come with me?" "Oh sure, I'll go." But she didn't ask us ahead of time what we might want to eat, and she plopped down in front of us, um, like a -- what was it? It was, well I know it had shrimp in it, but I think it was like an egg dish. Like, it might have been like a shrimp omelette or a shrimp frittata or something. If these sound like weird dishes, it's because like, I don't eat shrimp, so I don't know the kinds of things that shrimp gets cooked into.  I remember like the plate was pretty. It was a nice presentation, you know, she seemed like she was a really comfortable cook, just like whipping these things out and plopping them down in front of us. But I do not like shrimp at all. Like, I really don't like it. But it wasn't like a serve yourself kind of situation. She just put this plate in front of us. So I did my best. I don't even know how I managed it. And fortunately for me, my friend also, I guess, was not a big fan of shrimp. And she, the host, at the end of the meal, she kind of laughed, and she said, "Okay, [Name], you were very polite, but I wanna have you over again. So will you please tell me what you didn't like about the dish?" So she could tell that he was really just making his best effort. So I think I probably did a better job than he did because I didn't know them at all and really felt compelled to you know, to make a good impression or whatever, or not insult them.

Note: There is language that is excluded in the transcript but not excluded in the audio I come from a family of deer hunters. All the boys deer hunted, my father deer hunted. And when I was about four years old, I remember him being very excited about getting a deer. "We're gonna get a deer!" And we always went up to my grandma's house in Alpena to hunt deer. And remember, I was four years old, so "getting a deer," and he's talking about how he's going to get a beautiful deer and he's gonna bring it home and he's gonna tie it up in the cellar. So that's all I know. He's gonna tie up Bambi for me and I'm gonna get to pet her, in my head, is what I thought. Well, he come home and he was dancing and he was excited and he got a deer and I went running down to my grandma's cellar which was a old Michigan basement with a dirt floor. And what do I find, but a strung up deer with its tongue hanging out and its body dressed the way hunters dress a body and there was no guts and it was just hanging there. This was not Bambi and this was not a deer that I was gonna get to pet and I freaked the f*** out. It was awful. I could never bring myself to eat meat -- deer meat, venison. I cooked it for my children, I made it for my husband, but I could never bring myself to eat it. Well, when we were moving, I moved from Detroit to [town], which is about 120 miles. And I had -- my cousins were helping us and my mom had -- instead of helping pack, she decided she would make our dinner. And when we all got out to the house, would you come over to her place and eat. And she made sloppy joes and a whole plethora of food for out -- the moving crew to come and eat. And I got one of them sloppy joes and I put a big old mound of meat on it and I took a big bite. And my mom was watching me. And I couldn't figure out why she was watching me. And I just about sh** when I took a bite and realized it was venison.…