A Movie at the Greyhound Station.

I was at the bus station with J.  We were on our way to Omaha to visit my family, and were waiting for a bus somewhere in the middle.  There was along line in the lobby and a long wait.  Luckily they had a movie theatre in the back.  Some 70s movie like the kind they used to play on channel 9 when I was a kid was playing, and the room was filled with mostly black people.  J was seated when I walked in the room.  Because there wasn't a seat next to her, we got up and moved down the row.  We were blocking some peoples  view of the screen, and I pulled out a chair for here and then sat down…. Wait… There was puke all over her chair.  Luckily she didn't sit down, I warned her in time, but I got puke all over my hands.  I walked back out into the lobby.  I went to the desk.  The first guy I saw helped someone else, but another guy walked up and was like "can I help you?"  I explained the situation saying, that it was a human trap, because it looked like a chair, but there was puke in, it, but the natural human exaction was to sit down in the puke.  I was very angry.  He calmly took me to the rest room, where I washed my hands.  As I washed my hands I began to feel better.  I actually started singing to my self, and wondering how we were going to make it to Omaha.  Where would we eat when we got there.  Was there a coop?  I realized we had a car, and so could drive down our selves.  The bus station employee had been patiently waiting for  me the whole time I had been washing my hands, again and again.  I finally felt clean and I told him thanks.  He then grabbed some clueing products from the back of the men's rest room and headed out to clean up the puke.  I went back into the theatre.   J had found a seat in the bak row, and was scrunched in sideways, trying to get comfy so she could rest even sleep.

Earlier I had gone to her house.  We had separated, and I had gone to see the kids, though I still loved her.  I was afraid she had a new man in her life.  When I got there the kids were running around.  I love them but I wanted to see her.  I went to the back bath room, and she came out.  She didn't have a new boyfriend, at least that I could see.  I was relieved and wanted so much to get back together.  We talked.