When I was in high school. A buddy was not going to make it the entirety of the long, winding, bouncey trip to his house without emptying his stomach contents. I didn’t want to stop, and didn’t want vomitus streaked down the side of the car. I told him to grab the moving blanket from the rear cargo area. (‘94 pathfinder)

Makeshift vomit receptacle.

“It’s warm in my lap,” he says

My mom asked for weeks, “where did my moving blanket go?”

This tarp would’ve been better