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’
Pregnant and nauseous
Six years ago, I was on the 260 to Rosedale when this unfortunate event occurred. I was 10 weeks pregnant with my first and the nausea was overwhelming. I would throw-up every day precisely when I walked into my house after work. On this particular day, it hit just as we were pulling into Rosedale. I was determined NOT to throw-up on the bus, so I got up and made my way through the people as quickly as I could. “Excuse me. Pardon me. I’m not feeling well.” I was almost off the bus when Continue reading ‘Pregnant and nauseous’
A Cardboard Box
I was taking the 64 home from downtown St Paul a few years ago. It was a cool, but beautiful, spring day. The sun was shining, but it was still cool enough to require a jacket. I had transferred from the 94 at Cedar, and a few blocks later a gentleman boarded the bus, clearly intoxicated, and carrying a cardboard box. Continue reading ‘A Cardboard Box’
