I’m trapped in the Philadelphia airport what is my second worst business trip ever. I’m not going into detail save to say that I was so sick that I slept in a frozen pool of my own sweat for 13 straight hours. So much sweat on n fact that incontinence needed disproving.
I’m still a bit under the weather so my time in the tiny United lounge has been a bumpy ride to say the least. I walked into the small bathroom just as a dude was exiting the lone stall that he had turned into a crime scene. When the smell hit me I yell dry heaved which must have seemed dramatic but was unfortunately all true.
I am by default a yell vomiter, always have been, can’t really help it. I had a college friend who theorized that my body was trying to use all of the power at its disposal to expel the toxins. Today marked the first loud unproductive gag of my long career. I just want to get home.