His face was ashen
I was sitting just behind the rear exit door on a southbound 84 when I noticed a man, mid 30’s, sitting on the left side of the bus a few rows up who was not looking very well. He was belching and swallowing and obviously doing everything possible to keep from puking up all over the floor. His face was ashen. I felt for the guy. Continue reading ‘His face was ashen’
