Here, from the Prospect Heights Forum on Brooklynian is a tale of commuting woe that will be of interest to anyone that fear being on the subway and being on the receiving end of the Blowing of Chunks:

Hi all. First, hopefully the rest of you that got puked on at the E. Pkway stop managed to get off the train soon and were OK. Second, I am a-ok after getting puked on by that random MF, just had to go home, strip, exfoliate, wash my shoes and put on new clothes.

Third, thanks to the cops who were allegedly checking bags but really just there for me to joke around with re: puke, sick passengers, and hope that it didn’t happen the second time I descended into the station. Fourth, to everyone I passed on Washington Avenue during my not-my-fault walk-of-grody, no, I did NOT puke on myself. Fifth, yes, the girl in the black cords (all black outfit actually) with puke on her legs was me! oh yay. Sixth, someone please tell me today is going to get better?

After that, the only direction in which the day can go is up. Truly.

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