Someone Was Not Thinking

Emp. Peng. qualified for the sales convention in Clearwater, Florida, and we just got the activity agenda for the weekend. The activity coordinator obviously does not know anyone prone to motion sickness. On Saturday, we have our choice of going to Busch Gardens or going deep-sea fishing. Either way, I'm pretty much guaranteed to barf; it's just a matter of whether I want to barf into the Gulf of Mexico over the rail of something that looks like the S.S. Minnow, or barf into a trash can next to the Budweiser Clydesdales. I'm leaning toward the Clydesdales.