Unbathed and out of sorts
Twenty years ago, I was traveling from Corpus Christi to Boston. I remember being somewhere in South Carolina, feeling very sick, and a woman brought me cream of mushroom soup in a styrofoam coffee cup. I was so thankful.
When we got around NYC, this huge football player of a guy sat next to me. His sheer size brought him into my seat space, and I just crouched myself up, feeling suffocated…and even sicker.
When my bus pulled into Boston, I saw my mother and just cried from relief that my 3-day trip was over. I went into the station to retrieve my backpack. I was unbathed, wearing a long army coat, fedora cap, and feeling out of sorts. I kept wondering why the women at the counter weren’t helping me. It took me a long time before I realized they were ignoring this homeless-looking young woman standing behind the counter with them, rather than on the side with the customers. I think they felt if they ignored me, I’d go away.
My mother took me home without my luggage, a 103 degree temperature, and full-on pneumonia. Go Trailways!
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