Last night I was (unfortunately) part of a group that made their way to Rhinos, a bar I barely even frequented as an undergrad and that I wasn't dying to visit now. But we went, it was fun, we're standing around chatting and we suddenly notice that the girl next to us at the bar is vomiting. First on the bar, and then, after taking a step bar, on the floor. Much like the last time something like this happened, before we could even ask ourselves "did she just puke?" she steps back and does it again, and then (I believe) a third time, never losing her place at the bar. Her friends were laughing and may or may not have noticed, but no one else seemed to notice. I tried to get the bartender's attention, but apparently she was friends with the girl because they proceeded to laugh it up and introduce each other to new people at the bar. So fine, whatever. Until, she boots a FOURTH time and then stands back up and orders a drink.

Full of outrage/concern for public health/general bitterness at the girl for being 19 and having her whole life ahead of her, I went up to one of the meaner-looking bartenders and said "This girl is puking all over your bar. I haven't been here in a while, but is that sort of thing acceptable now? No one else really seems bothered by it." And he, proving that just because you look mean and burly doesn't actually mean you are, goes "Um, uh, yeah not really, I'll try to tell someone."
Moments later the girl was passed her coat from behind the bar (through the puke-ha!) and left, whether by force or of her own volition I don't know, I'm guessing the latter as it was almost closing time. Then a manager guy came over to clean up the mess, but of course you couldn't tell she had thrown up because it was all liquid and the clean up crew naturally thought I was crazy. Since when did I become the puking police anyway?