The stop’s function being, in this case, a pocket of dreaded clarity, a cosmic magnifying glass for the sole use of the Waiter, who at the stop has no choice but to be dragged out from the rush of his college life and made, for better or worse, aware of just how nauseous that motion makes him.
Also not in the original draft. I think I was far too scared of beating my audience over the head to the point that what I actually wanted to say didn't come through. I really like this sentence because it connects the new, personal aspect of the essay with the ideas of the stop mentioned earlier. Also, I think it sounds nice, bar incorrect usage of "nauseous."