First throw-up story
I’ve read through all of the tales here and am happy to see that I am the first with a good ol’ fashioned throw-up story. I got on the bus with my boyfriend and we were lucky enough to find an empty two seater. I sat next to the window, and about 2 minutes into the ride I heard some moaning coming from behind. I nudged my boyfriend and made him look back there. He reported that it was in fact a woman (not a man as I would have guessed from the baritone sounds) and she wasn’t looking too good. The moaning escalated to mumbled words and I was able to make out “feel…blowup” or wait, maybe she said throw-up.
At that point I elbowed my boyfriend and nearly nocked him into the aisle. That was probably a little unecessary, but I was starting to freak out. The last thing I wanted was to get some woman’s barf in my hair. With great reluctance on the bf’s part we forfeited the empty two-seater and traded it in for seats a few rows apart towards the front of the bus.
15 minutes or so went by with the occasional moan and then all of the sudden there was a lot of commotion. Some exchange of mumbled words and a frightened man saying something to the effect of “Oh no…not here…” followed by violent coughing and the sound of wet chunks hitting the floor. Fortunately we had just approached a stop (only 2 stops premature of where I wanted to get off) so I took the opportunity to bolt off the bus.
It was only after I was safely outside that I realized my boyfriend was still on the bus. Being oblivious to everything and two rows in front of me he had no idea until I called his cell phone. He said that at first he saw me calling and laughed thinking I was just bugging him, then after a few rings he turned around to see that I wasn’t there. I find it very hard to believe, but he swears that he didn’t have any idea that the woman had barfed all over the back seat.
Feb 7th, 2007 at 10:35 pm
Haha, good story. Usually people make it off before that happens. As I riding one bus coming from the U, I watched this extremely drunk girl swaying back and forth in her seat. Once we got downtown, she suddenly bolted for the door. Not quite making it, she puked all over the back door. Delightful.
Mar 20th, 2007 at 9:28 am
I used to drive the 16 line leaving downtown mpls at 210am(right after the bars close friday and saturday nights, for about two months that last trip we couldn’t seem to make it out of downtown some ignorant college kid who couldn’t handle their liqour would puke before the metrodome. Everytime we’d end up waiting 20-30 minutes for a new bus and by then all the drunks would have wandered off and I was left 5 or less sober passengers, we’d even make it downtown fairly close to ontime