A girl is standing in the middle of the produce section of her local grocery store.
As she has shopped at this particular store many, many times, she knows exactly where the bathroom is - on the other side of the store.
The girl has been battling off waves of nausea for the past few hours, but they have been manageable waves.
All of a sudden, in the middle of apples and oranges, a wave of nausea starts heading toward the girl. This one is not going to be staved off. Desperately, she looks around the store. She is hoping for a nice, sturdy brown bag, the type they put by the mushrooms. Or perhaps one of the grocers has recently been stocking the bananas, a firm banana box would do nicely. Her frantic search reveals none of these things.
And she is running out of time.
Her purse is a viable option, but it's new. And small. And filled with her wallet, car keys, and cell phone.
She is out of time.
She grabs the nearest bag that she can find. . . a clear plastic one that she has just filled with apples.
And uses it.
Pregnancy. It's not for wimps. Or people that like apples.