Dispatch from NYC.
At the end of my 7am flight from Chicago to NY that was delayed 6 hours because of computer problems and then arrived during Tropical Storm Hanna that made the approach feel like all the roller coasters at Cedar Point, I saw the cute girl on my flight, who I was noticing because she was cute and I was bored, throw up into a not quite opaque white plastic bag. And as she filled that bag with saliva, bile and Sun Chips, so went my crush.
Today, on my way to Brooklyn, I was passing along some information about how to get to Brooklyn to a fellow commuter. While waiting for the F train, he walked by me, I acknowledged him but he was kind of staring off and walked up to the garbage can and vomited until he dry heaved and quivered. Then he walked back in the direction from whence he came.
What the hell is up New York and how will you give me a third random vomiter?
Today, on my way to Brooklyn, I was passing along some information about how to get to Brooklyn to a fellow commuter. While waiting for the F train, he walked by me, I acknowledged him but he was kind of staring off and walked up to the garbage can and vomited until he dry heaved and quivered. Then he walked back in the direction from whence he came.
What the hell is up New York and how will you give me a third random vomiter?