steven weissman

I was just another commuter happily going home from work. Then YOU sat next to me. You looked a little off and immediately started manspreading into my seat. You looked like you were either sick or drunk. As the bus headed toward the transit center, it happened. You threw up with great gusto. It hit me, the aisle, and not sure who/what else. I started to climb up the seat toward the wall like the scene in Legion. When the bus finally got to its destination, you exited the bus—no "sorry I hurled on you," nothing. It was pretty flippin' disgusting. And I'm filled with dread that one day I will see you—my barfy seatmate—again. Thanks for grossing out my day/week/month!

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