This morning I did NOT feel well - queazy, dizzy - just seriously sick in general. The bus was really cold. I was reading that Joe Hill novel, Heart Shaped Box, and had just reached one particuarly gruesome part that had me conjuring mental images straight outta hell - one terrible, sad thing involving an incredible, heroic dog, which, if you know me at all, you know that gets to me MUCH worse then people having fingers blown off, getting shot, thrown through plate glass windows, choked with tire-irons... yeah it's a really intense book, I'm telling you. Anyhoo, I had a moment on that bus today where I thought, that's it - I'm going to toss - chuck, puke, vomit in terror all over the floor of this bus RIGHT NOW, in front of ALL THESE PEOPLE. Eeeek. But I managed to talk myself down.
I had to tell Molly about my near-chuck experience, and she had this insightful commentary:
"You knowwwwww… I spent some time on Portland buses and seriously, I don’t think people would notice if you tossed your cookies. And if you happened to fall out of your seat afterwards, it would make the person who leaped in to take your place very, very happy. And they could rest their backpack on your lifeless body. Consider it your civic duty, Kelly."