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i was sitting on a bench waiting for the train when a man plops himself on the other side of the bench. he was the sorta guy you wouldnt call homeless nor a professional. he was just a rough looking dude with tattoos on his arm and judging from the splash of vomit on the back of his shirt, probably has seen better days.
the guy on the far end of the bench opens his soda bottle and soda immediately fizzes everywhere. i got up and asked for some tissue from the hot dog vendor. he gave me half a tissue.
HALF a tissue.
i give soda guy the HALF tissue. he said thanks. he wipes his face. "this coulda been worse youse know, this coulda happened at home!"
tell me bout it, your house covered in soda would totally be worse than a train station covered in soda.
the guy on the far end of the bench opens his soda bottle and soda immediately fizzes everywhere. i got up and asked for some tissue from the hot dog vendor. he gave me half a tissue.
HALF a tissue.
i give soda guy the HALF tissue. he said thanks. he wipes his face. "this coulda been worse youse know, this coulda happened at home!"
tell me bout it, your house covered in soda would totally be worse than a train station covered in soda.