by John Galt » Wed Dec 26, 2012 4:12 pm
"i think i need something for my stomach" indicating that she thought she had heartburn
JG: "maybe cvs is open"
1 minute later getting to a town
JG: "do you need me to stop here and look"
"yes"
pulls off
JG: "I don't see a CVS here we'll go over to the other side"
"actually a gas station would be fine"
JG: "okay i'll pull in here"
going about 5 miles an hour and pulling into a gas station all the sudden a fountain of vomit comes up and out all over her, the window, the door, her coat (which she's tossing... it's a nice wool coat... i told her i could put it in the donation box and call it a 50 donation), her pants, the seat, the floor, everything. it just keeps coming to my horror as i'm trying to find a spot to park. the gas station was f**k happening man, it's christmas night nothing is open but that place. like 30 people there. so i'm getting rolls of paper towels to kind of scoop this stuff up. so vile. i was worried i'd wretch myself. takes like 15 minutes just to clean up enough of it out of the car so she wasn't soaking in her own vomit and i could drive home with window down because i had to stand in line to buy this f**k shit. so. f**k. nasty. my leather gloves are ruined. she wanted to put my coat over herself as we drove. HELL NO I JUST BOUGHT IT 3 WEEKS AGO
what done was done, no use getting angry about it. she paid for the entire cleaning. i was worried it would be expensive but f**k, i should get my car detailed every few months, that shit is cheap. it was "so expensive" because they had to take apart the door.
Americans learn only from catastrophe and not from experience. -- Theodore Roosevelt
My life has become a single, ongoing revelation that I haven’t been cynical enough.