Day 1
Having the sick bucket beside my leg is no qualification. Upon rumour of sickness at the front of the bus, the bucket was passed nonchalantly away from me, to remove any possibility that I may become embroiled in the ensuing affair. Sadly, I still had to report the incident to the self-appointed vomit-manager - catchphrase, 'I can do sick'. Confused by the ambiguous nature of the verb in this sentence, I simply nodded and retreated back to my seat, humbled and strangely sad.
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