I would have cleared my throat, a bone rattling end-of-the-world type of an affair that started in the tips of my toes and carried up to end of my lips, and launched the worlds biggest loogie at the mom. And then turned to my partner and joined in the already ongoing laugh-fest happening across the isle. Just one big redneck Hee-Haw in the back of the bus. Good times. But that's just me.