Souvenirs
For those of you wondering what sort of classy gent has joined your group...
Day 24 for me and I was rummaging through my briefcase to find something for work tomorrow. I found the plastic bag I kept in the outside pocket for "E-Z" access in case I had to vomit while I was on the bus. I would actually set aside "good" bags for this illustrious role as opposed to the cheap, thin ones from the supermarket. I wish I was kidding.
Luckily, I never had to use them on public transit (you're welcome, Mr. and Ms. America!!), but I recall some near-misses where I had to bolt out of the bus doors like Seabiscuit from the starting gate.
I actually considered this "normal"??