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Kinda of a long read, so I’ll post a TL;DR. 

So this happened about a day ago and I’m still kinda feeling weird about it. 

So my friend came over to my place to hang out for a bit, but after awhile he started complaining that his stomach was hurting at about 9pm Saturday night. I asked him if he were alright and he said he was, but that he had stomach cramps, but he chalked it up to having gas. I gave him a soda to help settle his stomach and he said he was feeling alright. 

 Well flash forward about 3 hours and he’s writhing all on the bed saying how awful he felt. Then suddenly he sat up, made a bee-line to my bathroom and start puking and simultaneously shitting everywhere (in the toilet). After this goes on for well over an hour (as well as the abdominal pain), I tell him it’s probably best that I take him to the emergency clinic. Before hopping in the car, I make sure to grab a grocery bag and some paper towels. Well in my haste and worrying about what was coming out the front end, I forgot about what was coming out the back end. 

You can probably guess what’s going to happen next; I heard him starting to get ready to puke again and reminded him that he had a bag with him, but he said he also had to shit really bad as well. Before I could even react he’s letting loose at both ends. I can’t really do much as I’m driving, besides give him a comforting word or two. Well once we arrive at the clinic, I put the car in park, run around to his side to help him get out and walk him in. Once the nurses see him starting to puke again, they automatically start helping him and they bring him in the back. Once he is taken, I go tell one of the nurses I’m going to go park my car in the garage and that I’ll be right back. 

Well after getting him started on an IV drip, putting him in a hospital gown (he soiled both his pants and threw up on his shirt), answering some questions, and sending away a sample for a lab culture it was determined that he had a bad case of food poisoning. The doctor put him on some antibiotics and fluids and he started feeling better pretty soon. He called his girlfriend to let her know what was going on, what was happening and to come to the hospital. He told me to go home (it was about 7am at this point) and get some sleep since his girlfriend was on the way and he was feeling better. I told him I’d call him later on in the day and left. Well I got to my car pretty exhausted only to be greeted with the most horrific thing I had ever smelled/seen in my life. 

It was awful. Like top 3 worst smells I have ever smelled in my life. I couldn’t see it before because it was so dark, but my God it was awful in the light. There were chunks of vomit all over the passenger dashboard, the door and some on the floor as well. But the thing that almost made me puke, was the soupy, liquid human shit puddle on the fabric seat. I completely forgot he shit himself in my car while I was driving. While escorting him into the ER, and while my adrenaline was pumping, I didn’t notice the shit flowing down from his ass, onto his legs and probably onto the floor (he was wearing basketball shorts while this was all occurring). I don’t know how I didn’t notice the smell when I was parking the car, but I must have attributed it to just the residuals of him having just been in the car and thought it would go away. 

Well after 4 hours of it marinating in still air, it created the most pungent and putrid smell ever. I was completely disgusted. Like it took every ounce in me not to throw up everywhere. I couldn’t stand the smell for more than 10 seconds let alone an entire 15 minute car ride home. I was stuck. So I decided to call one of my other friends and fill him in on the situation and ask for a ride. After laughing hysterically for a few minutes and not believing it could be *THAT BAD* I told him he was more than lucky to come on down and see (and smell) for himself. He finally made it down and after showing him the shit-show, he dry heaved for a solid 5 minutes. 

He took me home and I finally was able to sleep. After a 4 hour nap, I texted my friend to check on him and see how he was feeling; hearing that he was fine, I now had to figure out what to do about my now un-drivable car. I found a business in my city that did car interior detail cleaning, and called to let them know what happened. After getting a price estimate and being reassured that they could clean it, no problem, I got an Uber back to the parking garage. I bought one of those face masks that painters use and some Vick’s Vapo Rub. After putting both on, I opened my car door. The smell was still awful, but not nearly as bad with the added equipment. I opened all the car windows and drove to the shop. I must have looked like a complete lunatic but I could’ve cared less. 

After the longest drive of my entire life,  consisting of trying not to take too deep of breaths and trying not to gag, I finally made it to the car cleaners. I parked, hopped out the car and talked to the guy in the front who I spoke with  on the phone and he asked to see my car. I showed him and he tried not make a face or anything, but I could tell he was totally grossed out. He kept his professionalism and said it would take about a day to clean. I got another ride home, and then kept getting updates from my friend about how he was getting discharged and going home to rest. 

The next day I go to pick up my car and pay the bill. Well apparently I didn’t let them know the full extent of “damage” to the inside of my car and my estimate for a $150-$200 clean up, quickly sky-rocketed to $550. I was floored. I called my dad, told him the situation and he agreed to split it with me and sent me the other half of the money. I paid the bill, got in my smell-less car and drove home pretty upset. I debated on whether or not I should tell my friend what happened, but decided to let him know.

His response, “Damn. That sucks man.” That’s it. No, ‘Hey sorry man. Let me pay for at least half’, not even a ‘sorry’. I’m pretty upset at the moment. Had he not had explosive diarrhea in my passenger seat I wouldn’t be out $275 right now. I know he wasn’t feeling well and it wasn’t his fault, but it also was kind of his fault and I feel like he should maybe pay for it. 

So finally, AITA for wanting him to at least give me half of the money to cover the cleaning costs after he shit/threw up in my car? 

TL;DR: My friend started getting stomach pains at my house. After said stomach pains became shitting/throwing up nonstop for an hour, I took him to an emergency clinic in my car. On the ride there, he threw up and shit all over the passenger side. Took my car to an interior car cleaner because it was un-drivable otherwise and they charged me $550. Told friend and he didn’t even say ‘sorry’. AITA for wanting him to give me half the money for having to get my car professionally cleaned? 


expecting my friend to pay to get my car cleaned after he shat/threw up in it