Finally! Someone has figured out a use for those earth-killing plastic bags that COTA feels compelled to place for "passenger convenience" on their buses.
A few months ago, I was riding the #2 North High Street line, headed downtown. One of the resident COTA crazies got on--I've seen her before, once cursing a bus driver a blue streak for some alleged wrong--and pulled one of the bags off the rack, sat down, and proceeded to barf inside the bag.
"Awww, that's better!" she said to no one in particular, as several other rider/witnesses attempted to keep their own gag reflexes in check.
She sat behind the bus driver, who asked her, "Are you OK?"
"Yeah, why you askin'?"
"Well, I think you need to get off the bus, if you're sick," said the female bus driver, an attractive strawberry blonde who reminds me of young Sissy Spacek.
"Why? I ain't doin' nothin'," the puker spat, indignation rising in her voice (I've seen her thrown off the bus before for cursing loudly at another rider for no apparent reason).
"Well, you're spewing bodily fluids, and that's a potential danger to other passengers," the driver replied.
"Oh bullshit, it's in the bag," Pukey responded. "It ain't gonna get on anyone."
I have to admit the bag did hold the puke in check. I watched it dangle back and forth from her wrist, waiting for it to leak.
"I can't allow you to expose passengers to potentially harmful bodily fluids," the driver insisted.
Pukey got adamant, and said, "I'm getting off at the next stop (South High Street and State Street) anyway."
She did, and casually tossed the puke-laden COTA bag into the trashcan (thankfully, and not in the street, where I see so many COTA bags these days).
Now whenever I get that all-too-frequent urge to puke while on the bus, I'll just reach for a handy COTA barf bag!
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