An ill omen to start the week on. I got puked on this morning on the Subway. Why am I being so dramatic? It only hit my shoe, damnit you caught me Sherlock. A scary situation. A smartly-dressed salary woman does the famous sleep-standing-up routine. Then she starts to faint. Another woman catches her, but not before she makes like a vomit sprinkler and explodes all over the place. I think she had toast for breakfast or maybe a doughnut. Defiantly no rice. Monday mornings, hangovers are a bitch. Poor thing.
Thank god this didn't happen on the Saikyo line.
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