Who's had it the worst?!?!?

Alright, time for a little thing I like to call one-upping. I will tell a story and you try to one-up it.
WHERE IS THE WORST PLACE YOU HAVE HAD TO DEAL WITH A PERSON THROWING UP? Here's mine:
Today, I decided to run in to Target to grab a gallon of milk. I get the kids out of the car and Ben is kind of whiny. He's had no nap, so I chalk it up to that. I start down the aisle, grab the milk and put it in, then head down to find a treat for me (it's been one of those weeks) and all of sudden he starts really whining. In hindsight I should have known the cry, but he's only thrown up a couple times, so I am not quite accustomed to it yet. And then the throwing up begins. Not just a little, but I mean projectile vomiting EVERYWHERE. I am not kidding. I tried to catch it, (a lot of good that would do anyway) but it was just like a faucet pouring right through my hands and it wouldn't stop. I move out of the middle of the aisle so people can get by and so I'm not leaving a puddle for people to traipse through and he then proceeds to throw up on the syrup bottles I am standing next to. (Don't buy syrup at the Target on Sepulveda locals!!) I stopped a manager burying his head in a clipboard and holding a walkie talkie like he was listening for instructions to invade a village or something. I contemplated for a second to let him pass and wait for the next person, but no one is above helping a lady with a puking child, even if he thought so. He called for someone "lesser than him" to help me. 2 sweet girls came and blocked it off until someone with a mop could come. They had a package of wet wipes I nearly finished and an industrial sized roll of paper towels I took close to inch off. I wiped me down, then stripped Ben down to socks and his diaper and wiped him down, then the syrup bottles, the cart, the gallon of milk and finally the floor. I went to the checkout with a crying, mostly naked baby in 50 degree weather (that's cold for us so back off you real winter people) and bought my milk. I am thinking how gross he still is and how unsanitary my hands, the cart, the milk, my diaper bag is and I don't want to put him in the carseat or hold him. I thought if I used the complimentary hand sanitizer at the register and rubbed my hands and Ben down it would help, but that smell stays with you. Quite a sight seeing a mom wiping her naked, crying baby down with hand sanitizer. And this is one of the many reasons why I don't like going places with my kids. And, he's not even really sick. Just through up something he didn't like eating.
Now, your turn.