THE FRESH AIR UP THERE
Last night, I was out at an open mic, and after a couple hours of sitting in the back this guy who was not performing came in. Although there were several empty seats he decided to sit next to me. I'm not sure if he was homeless, I don't want to assume that, but he was wearing a homeless guys body order. It was suffocating.
I wanted to run out the door gasping for fresh air, but I thought, "How would I want someone to treat me in this situation." So I decided to tough it out.
After about 5 minutes, which felt like 30 minutes in a gas chamber where literally my eyes were watering, I couldn’t take anymore. To not make a scene, I pretended that I had to go to the bathroom which was in the back of this dingy bar.
I rushed to the bathroom, closed and locked the door behind me and breathed in as much air as my lungs would allow. Only to discover the bathroom smelled a lot worse than the guy did...that's when I threw up.
What’s the lesson here? I have no idea, but sometimes you need to sit next to a smelly guy or lock yourself in a dirty bathroom, to really appreciate fresh air.