Today at about noon, there was a woman walking down Clayton towards College Avenue. She was carrying a bottle of Powerade and looking uneasy. She walked very delicately.
At the corner, she suddenly stopped short. Her eyes got wide, and she put her hand to her mouth. It was a futile gesture; she vomited on the sidewalk, in full view of anyone near that intersection.
She turned her head away, wiped her mouth with the sleeve of her jean jacket, straightened herself, and kept walking as if nothing had happened.
Oh, I forgot to mention one thing.
That woman was me.
Although one of the more comic moments of my life, it was also very embarassing, and I think qualifies as A New Kind of Low.
Three guesses what the vomiting was induced by.
“You know, everyone who works here has a story about seeing you downtown drinking. You're really getting a reputation as the office lush.”
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