I cannot believe that actually happened

I was enjoying the novelty of a bendy bus ride home - with lots of seats for all and no doubling up unless you're one of those chatter club cliques that tend to form in groups of same time caught bus users.

About a half a dozen seats ahead, thankfully past the bend, was sitting a woman by herself. An older lady judging from her head back.

Fifteen minutes before my stop came up I happened to be looking ahead when I saw her turn her head to the side and seemingly projectile vomit across the aisle. It wasn't as bad as Little Britain but she certainly caught the old mate on the opposite side (who was against the window no less) across his shoulder, his face, his back etc. Of course, like when you turn a hose stream off, once the vom stopped coming out it then slacked on to the floor in a great clotted mess of liquidy gloop.

I was shocked. Part of me was disbelieving that happened. I thought perhaps it was a drink bottle that she accidentally sprayed on him but I just didn't see the bottle because of the angle? The man behind her didn't move or react. Only the dude that was sprayed with projectile badness. Eventually once she got off one of those in the circle of smell shifted seats so my suspicions firmed.

As I got close when it came my time to leave I confirmed, yes indeed, it was vom. The passenger who caught most of it had his once nice bag splattered like it been blasted with two barrels of vomshot.

Far out.

I wasn't sure if the driver was aware so I told him on the way out. Oh yes, he was aware alright.

Errrrghhhhh. Gross.