Two years ago, I got food poisoning from some babaganoush and barfed inside a downtown 5 train on the New York City subway.
This morning I had the opposite experience when a total stranger barfed on me in the Q train during my Monday morning commute.
It’s the circle of life.
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Keep this royal wedding barf bag handy on April 29th, 2011, every time you’re reminded 1) how much this is costing the British taxpayers, and 2) you’re not the one about to become a princess. It should have been me, Prince William. It should have been me! [Creative Review UK] Keep reading »
There are three things any person, anywhere in the world, who uses the subway is deathly afraid of happening:
- The subway gets stuck underground while the mariachi band is inside your car.
- A crazy guy pulls a knife on you.
- You barf.
Most people will be lucky enough to never experience their public transportation worst nightmare. But not me. No, not me!
On Tuesday afternoon, thanks to a startling lack of common sense on my part, I went into the New York City subway system when I had food poisoning. Keep reading »