This morning I almost vomited on the train. Almost. I felt the nausea hit as the train car swayed and jostled, but I closed my eyes and concentrated on breathing. Then I felt beads of sweat trickle down my forehead. I swore to myself that I was not going to be the reason this entire train would have to unload. I've been on a train that has had to unload due to a "sick passenger" (aka puker) and I felt genuine hatred for that person. Not today, my friends. Today I fought back and conquered the urge to spew.
You're welcome.
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