The Wheels Are Coming Off

Today on the bus, I was seated and a guy was standing right next to me, hovering over me. Sometimes, that arrangement is cause for concern, but this gentleman didn't seem like the type to try to make a wig from my hair. Well, wig maker or not, my snap judgement proved remarkably inaccurate, as a few minutes into the journey, the guy leaned over and dry heaved a few inches above my head. What are you supposed to do after someone points an act like that in your direction? Nothing came out so I wasn't dirty, but I sure didn't feel very clean. The day went downhill from there, thus no entry today.