Dinosaur Vomit.

So I used to work as a "Patient Representative" in an ER.  Basically, I admitted patients into the ER.  You'll notice I'm using past tense...more on that later.

Anyways, I was working in the ER on a particularly busy day when a man and his son stepped up to my cubby. 

Me: Name?
PT Father:  _______
Me: Great, what's your address?
PT Father: ____________

Everything is going along swimingly until a patient is rolled into the front door... 
Then it turns into this...

Me: Are you employed full time?
Pt Father:  ((RAAAAAWWWWRRRR-patient in the waiting room vomits into sick bag))
Me:  I'm sorry, could you repeat that?
PT Father:  ((RAAAAWWWWRRRR-patient in the waiting room vomits into sick bag))  blah blah blah
Me:  Great, What's your cell phone number?
Pt Father: _____________
Me:  Ok, does your wife work?
PT Father:  ((RAAAAWWWWRRRR-patient in the waiting (PIW) room vomits, yet again) 
Me:  I'm sorrry, could you repeat that?
PT Father:  Yeah __
Me:  Ohh, OK, what's her number?
PT Father:  ((RAAAWWWWRRRRR-PIW vomits....again))
Me:  BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA 
[10 minutes later]
PT Father:  Umm, are you ok?
Me:  Yes.  (still laughing) 

One of my supervisors happened to be in the ER and watched the whole thing unfold.  This patient managed to throw up every single time I asked this guy a question, what was I supposed to do??

She threw up like I imagine a dinosaur would.  RAAAAAWWWWWRRRRR!!!!!

Ironically, this is how I throw up when I get any type of alcohol in my system besides beer.  RAWR.