*shudders*
Sometimes using public tranport is just... unpleasant.
I was on the train today, doing inspections like a dutiful little public servant.
So...
1) I got on, just in time to see a woman throw up all over the floor of the train.
I was worried that maybe she was really sick, but, no, it was just that her lunch was badly cooked (or something) and so she had a slight case of food poisoning which necessitated vomiting everywhere.
...that business concluded, she shrugged, and got back to eating her lunch.
YES. THE SAME LUNCH THAT HAD MADE HER SICK.
And so she threw up again.
And then she started eating her lunch again. And I changed seats.
2) Three stops later, Vomiting Lady got off.
A stop after that, Drunk Guy got on.
Drunk Guy was rather upset by the copious amount of vomit decorating the train's floor. So he lit a cigarette.
Sorry... he lit several cigarettes.
He was frantically smoking three cigarettes at once, and waving them round over the vomit - while declaring, loudly, to everyone on the train, that he'd "fix the smell" of the vomit by covering it up with the smell of burning nicotine.
...sometimes I wish I could just drive everywhere.
I was on the train today, doing inspections like a dutiful little public servant.
So...
1) I got on, just in time to see a woman throw up all over the floor of the train.
I was worried that maybe she was really sick, but, no, it was just that her lunch was badly cooked (or something) and so she had a slight case of food poisoning which necessitated vomiting everywhere.
...that business concluded, she shrugged, and got back to eating her lunch.
YES. THE SAME LUNCH THAT HAD MADE HER SICK.
And so she threw up again.
And then she started eating her lunch again. And I changed seats.
2) Three stops later, Vomiting Lady got off.
A stop after that, Drunk Guy got on.
Drunk Guy was rather upset by the copious amount of vomit decorating the train's floor. So he lit a cigarette.
Sorry... he lit several cigarettes.
He was frantically smoking three cigarettes at once, and waving them round over the vomit - while declaring, loudly, to everyone on the train, that he'd "fix the smell" of the vomit by covering it up with the smell of burning nicotine.
...sometimes I wish I could just drive everywhere.