Yesterday, Emily and I went up to the store to return a bunch of cans and bottles. In order to put a bottle in the machine, you have to turn it horizontal and feed it onto a conveyor belt. The first bottle she put in had about a quarter inch of very, very stale beer in it. As she tilted it back to put it on the belt, the beer spilled over onto her face. Her response was "I smell like throw-up". I leaned down, smelled her and had to agree. She did in fact smell like puke. As we walked through the store to get our bottle-return slips cashed, she held her nose. She got a bath when she got home.