Hellidays - When Bad Holidays Happen To Good People

Though I'm not Irish, I once was asked to participate in the big St. Patrick's Day Parade in Chicago, representing the car dealership I worked at. Several of us were to walk alongside a green convertible with our dealer logo on it. So, we started out and about 15 minutes into the parade, the three of us on one side of the car simultaneously slipped and fell onto the pavement. I broke my arm. Another guy busted his tooth. The reason? A giant pool of vomit from drunken spectators. Gross.