Emergency Room or Twilight Zone

Last night (now that I'm finally posting this, it has been almost a month ago) I was lucky enough to have my first experience with an emergency room in downtown St. Louis. It was the most bizarre experience I believe I have ever had. From crazy men sleeping with their butts in the air to some lady puking in what looked like a Kentucky Fried Chicken bucket. Not to mention the young pregnant girl that I assume doesn't care for maternity clothing and would rather just not zip up her pants and let her underwear hang out. And my favorite of all.....a 400 pound teenager/young adult who smelled of rotting cottage cheese, eating a chicken sandwich with cheese, cheese fries, a soda, and chocolate chip cookies and the reason for his trip to the ER, bet you can't guess....STOMACH PAIN!!!! I don't mean to be judgemental (or maybe I do) but it was a total culture shock.