as all two of you that read my blog may have figured out, i've been incommunicado on my blog for the past couple of weeks. so much has been going on in small town america. let's recap.
a few weeks ago, brandon and i were on the hellish commuter rail on our way into what his dad candidly calls "the blacktop forrest." i say that the train is hellish because i could see hell as riding on a trudging, crammed train with an overcologned man sitting in the seat in front of you, clogging up your nasal passages for all eternity. gnashing your teeth, using the MBTA - they go hand in hand, really.
so we arrive at south station, but because it is a one-level train, the people crammed in the aisle are able to observe hairs growing from the moles on people's necks, flaking dry skin, - you get the idea. fortunately brandon and i had a seat. i prefer the window seat to minimize the possiblity of a stanger acidentaly brushing up against my bicep with their ass. who gave them the right to use my armrest as a seat anyway?
so the train is packed, we're all bundled in our 10 degree outfits, and as we're waiting for the car to decongest, a man in a red coat and wool gloves (standing parallel to where brandon and i sat, mind you) coughed once (not covering his mouth, which is totally disgusting as it is) and proceeded to projectile vomit onto the man's expensive looking wool coat in front of him. this happened 3 times, and it even got on brandon's pants and shoes.
i have a very sensitive gag reflex and cannot handle situations like this. it makes me sick to hear myself getting sick (and i think that perpetuates it, causing me to be sick til dry heaves), so you can only imaging how i felt when this was happening. i instantly reverted to a system that i developed when i was 10 or so when my brothers filet-o-fishs didn't agree with him. i closed my eyes and blocked my ears with my index fingers, nose with my pinkies. (note: 3 days later we had the same train, same care... same smell. guess the MBTA didn't care too much about sanitizing it... come on now, how about a little saw dust like they used to have in elementary school?)
i have a couple of problems with the event that took place...
1. the man did not even apologize to the guy he threw up on. something about that isn't right (which secured the theory in my head of him being hungover... as long as it wasn't contagious)... i would be soooo apologetic. he just walked off the train and never looked back. jerk.
2. if you were going to be sick on the train, or felt remotely queasy, wouldn't you get off at the stop before? why play russian roulette with this? why stand in the middle of the train car? why not stand near fresh air at the door?
3. why in god's name did he not say, "i'm going to be sick... move!" and try to make it to the door? i'm sure people would've dived onto others to get out of the way (and in that case, i would be okay with physical contact from a stranger)
4. why didn't he do everything in his power to get sick on himself? even a projectile vomiter, can't you tilt your head down a bit? puke into your bag? your hand, something??
this episode baffles me, and was absolutely surreal. i thought i was watching a movie. and i hope to God that i never see it happen again.