User profile: user-pkfx9397

We used to eat there all the time until my husband had a similar incident there late last summer. We ate a shrimp meal and went across the street to check out the new Goodwill store. We'd only been in there ten or fifteen minutes until my husband bolted for the restroom, which he was near, and didn't make it. They had to close the restroom and let me help him, then clean the room. (He has Parkinson's disease and could get clean and dressed faster with help.) It's a good thing it was in a place that sold clothes, because he had to leave a good pair of jeans, socks, and underwear in the trash, and wear some of the merchandise home. It was one of the most humiliating days of his life and he will never eat in a Red Lobster again. The episode was so fast and violent, it was like he had eaten something poison and his body was desperate to throw it off.