Given how nauseous I get every morning on the bumpy/winding train, it's a wonder this didn't happen sooner. I had actually forgotten about it until today we had lunch catered in at work from a Greek restaurant and I thought, "Man, I haven't eaten this stuff since....oh....yeah...."
So I think you already know how this story's going to go, but indulge me.
It was a really stressful day at work. I'd woken up with some sharp shooting pains in my stomach but thought it would pass. By about 11, I realized it was just getting worse and so was my day, thus it was probably anxiety-related, and that if I didn't leave, we were going to have a "situation." At 12, lunch was catered. I can never resist a good gyro and thought maybe a little lamb might calm my stomach? Anyone? Anyone?
Because of my no-good-very-bad-horrible-day, I couldn't get out of the office until 5:30....riiiiiiiight smack dab in the middle of rush hour train traffic. Usually I missed this by at least an hour so I realized this was going to be an extra fun ride. I have 10 stops and 1 transfer, so I buckled in for the long haul.
Halfway in, I realized things were going from bad to worse, so I jumped off at an early stop. All was well - I sat on the ground knowing I'd have a few minutes to regroup before the next train came along.
After re-boarding, once the doors closed, I faced the realization that I was definitely going to throw up, immediately. I could throw up right there, on everyone (pretty much my second worse fear...we'll save my biggest fear for another post). Or maybe just maybe by a miracle from St. Peter himself I could make it to the next stop...
An excruciating game of mind-over-matter ensued, and within two minutes we were at our stop. I super casually walked off the train, walked against the flow of traffic on the platform toward the trash can, at the last minute realized the lid was weirdly constructed and there was no way I could aim inside the can. And then I projectile vomited all over--and off the edge of--the train platform. Which actually at first didn't seem like the worst thing that had ever happened to me since the platform had pretty much cleared from all the passengers. I stood up, brushed myself off, then swiveled to see every other commuter in town on the opposite platform gaping at me in horror. And honestly, it was so embarrassing that I started laughing. Which probably was the creepiest thing I could've done.
Chicago public transpo + gyros: 1
LB = 0
So I think you already know how this story's going to go, but indulge me.
It was a really stressful day at work. I'd woken up with some sharp shooting pains in my stomach but thought it would pass. By about 11, I realized it was just getting worse and so was my day, thus it was probably anxiety-related, and that if I didn't leave, we were going to have a "situation." At 12, lunch was catered. I can never resist a good gyro and thought maybe a little lamb might calm my stomach? Anyone? Anyone?
Because of my no-good-very-bad-horrible-day, I couldn't get out of the office until 5:30....riiiiiiiight smack dab in the middle of rush hour train traffic. Usually I missed this by at least an hour so I realized this was going to be an extra fun ride. I have 10 stops and 1 transfer, so I buckled in for the long haul.
Halfway in, I realized things were going from bad to worse, so I jumped off at an early stop. All was well - I sat on the ground knowing I'd have a few minutes to regroup before the next train came along.
After re-boarding, once the doors closed, I faced the realization that I was definitely going to throw up, immediately. I could throw up right there, on everyone (pretty much my second worse fear...we'll save my biggest fear for another post). Or maybe just maybe by a miracle from St. Peter himself I could make it to the next stop...
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| scene of the crime, courtesy of the internet |
An excruciating game of mind-over-matter ensued, and within two minutes we were at our stop. I super casually walked off the train, walked against the flow of traffic on the platform toward the trash can, at the last minute realized the lid was weirdly constructed and there was no way I could aim inside the can. And then I projectile vomited all over--and off the edge of--the train platform. Which actually at first didn't seem like the worst thing that had ever happened to me since the platform had pretty much cleared from all the passengers. I stood up, brushed myself off, then swiveled to see every other commuter in town on the opposite platform gaping at me in horror. And honestly, it was so embarrassing that I started laughing. Which probably was the creepiest thing I could've done.
Chicago public transpo + gyros: 1
LB = 0
3 comments:
omg. i'm actually laughing out loud at work. that is SO awful. ugh - i know exactly what that panic feels like when you just KNOW bad news is on its way.
P.S. glad to see you're still blogging every now and then! i haven't visited the blogosphere in FOREVER but glad it lives on! :)
HA! I love that you started laughing!
"Which was the creepiest thing I could have done." - love it!!! What a perfect description!
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