When I was ten-years-old I threw up all over the front seat of our station wagon. I was sitting on what my brothers and I affectionately called the “hump” in between my mother and father and the vomit went absolutely everywhere.

My father immediately screamed at me and started to pull the car over. I started to cry, explaining to him that I did, in fact, give him fair warning by telling him “I didn’t feel so good”.