So, I’m driving to work this morning and I’m closely following a small pickup truck that is obviously involved in the construction industry.  I’m listening to the morning radio show and thinking about my day ahead when the passenger in the truck catches my eye.  I glance over to see him leaning his head out the window and before I could even guess what he was doing, I saw it.  A reddish, chunky stream of vomit came spewing out of his mouth.  I hit the brakes to avoid the splatter and thought that was the end of it – but it wasn’t.  He vomited twice more within the next 30 – 60 seconds.  Finally, we were separated as we got on the on-ramp to the freeway.  Interesting that the driver of the truck never slowed or, it seemed, even turned his head toward his hurling friend. 
 
There are ought to be a bumper sticker that reads, “I brake for vomit.”