A few nights ago I was on my way home, riding the subway, just exhausted. I was just totally zoned out, listening to my iPod. So there we were, rumbling along, and for one reason or another I looked up, and glanced at the side of the window.
[i]Ahh![/i]
Yep.
Big, chunky booger dried up, just hanging there. Naturally, I want to vomit, so I turn my head away. In this case, I looked down, to avert my eyes, and what do I see below.
[i]Ahh![/i]
Yep.
More chunky boA few nights ago I was on my way home, riding the subway, just exhausted. I was just totally zoned out, listening to my iPod. So there we were, rumbling along, and for one reason or another I looked up, and glanced at the side of the window.
[i]Ahh![/i]
Yep.
Big, chunky booger dried up, just hanging there. Naturally, I want to vomit, so I turn my head away. In this case, I looked down, to avert my eyes, and what do I see below.
[i]Ahh![/i]
Yep.
More chunky boogers!
I finally can’t stand it and move to another seat, trying to let the horror dissipate.
Well, last night, I’m on my way home, on the subway, and what do I see smeared on the wall?
Ha-ha! I bet you were going to say chunky boogers. Wrong-o! It was a [i]bloody, gooey [/i]booger smeared on the wall …
(if you just heard a thud, that was me passing out from the disgust)
Ahhh … you just gotta love public transportation …
