5:45pm. Row 2, window seat, 214 bus:
Every day I watch the people leaving their offices downtown as we chug along Louisiana Street towards the HOV lane and recently I witnessed a bald man in a suit and tie leaning over on the sidewalk, throwing up. It started as a thin, citrusy stream that he managed to heroically interrupt for a beat or two, but as he dangled his black laptop case protectively off to his left side, a second heave unleashed a meatier wave and his tie could not be spared. With a comedian’s timing, his companion, who had wandered ahead in the hopes that he would not be associated with this man who was barfing before happy hour, finally offered to hold his case while he cleaned himself off.
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