Nausea

The SF-bound BART train was about ten minutes late this morning. It happens occasionally but not that often - I get on at the second station on the line so there's only one station that can cause delays. When the train finally pulled in, we all walked on and immediately started rushing for the other cars. The car I got on had the most god-awful smell. I'm struggling to describe it ... Extremely strong mildew mixed with vomit is as close as I can get. I'm not being melodramatic when I say I nearly vommitted on the spot and twenty-five minutes later, in a clean car, I'm still incredibly nauseous.

Today, I miss my car.