HERE IT COMES

So, on this one tour, I think it was When the Arrow Flies, we had this girl named Simone. She was one step away from being an albino. I am not kidding, she was whiter than anyone I may have ever seen. One day, on the bus, we were cruising along, and Brent and I were sitting together. We saw Simone almost running down the aisle towards the bus driver. She came back after a minute or so, and she did not look happy. I mean really concerned! she sat down a few seats behind us, and we could hear her crying. "They won't stop" Uh oh.... We had to put a lot of miles on that day, and they were pretty adamant about everyone making sure that they went to the bathroom before we left. Now, with 40 kids on a bus, you can't just stop every time one them says they have to pee. So, we just ignored it. Next thing you know, Simone's seat mate went forward to talk to the bus driver. She came back with bad news for Simone. Brent and I could hear her crying as she was told to suck it up and hold it. The crying started to get more intense. Another trip to the front of the bus, and more bad news! This time the entire bus got the picture as Simone started wailing.. crying with no holds barred! Brent and I were two seats directly in front of her, and as the wailing intensified, we were wondering how this was going to play out. Then we heard the not so magic words. Simone stopped wailing for just one second.. it was almost a theatrical pause, and then like a pregnant woman giving birth, she wailed, "HERE IT COMES" Oh shit... Brent and I looked at each other, and then both realized... our stuff is under the seats. We grabbed our gear and threw it all up on our laps, and waited for the flood. Well, no flood came, but boy did the smell! After Simone stopped wailing and reduced herself down to just crying, the smell of pee drifted through the bus. It was truly repulsive. Brent and I buried our faces in our pillows. We got our cologne out of our bags and spread a shot on the pillow case and dove in like a little kid eating an ice cream cone. 

Go figure, now they decide that maybe Simone did have to go pretty badly, and we stopped at the next rest stop. 

Everyone piled off the bus, and the motherly girls on the bus helped poor old Simone get off the bus, get her luggage and head to the restroom to get cleaned up. 

They pulled the seat cushion out, and tried to clean it. I really can't remember much after seeing Simone stumble off the bus crying her eyes out. All I know, is that I am scarred for life.

HERE IT COMES!!!!