No throwing up on the subway when Abe is on it!! Thank you - the management.
Honestly, the last three times I've taken the subway late at night, someone has been throwing up right before my eyes. Once a girl was throwing up into her boot, another time a guy was throwing up out the door that leads to a different car, and last night the guy was just throwing up between his legs onto the floor for a really extended period of time. Sick! I am not of a very weak stomach, but I had several cocktails myself, so watching you heave is something I could do without. You should not be taking public transit in the first place if you are that drunk. Lord knows we've all done it. But the embarassment you will avoid by ponying up and taking a cab is well worth it. I once opened the door to a cab and threw up onto the street when the cab was stopped at a stoplight. It was on my 22nd birthday, I think. See? It can be done! But for christ sakes, I did not take the train that night! And I did not expose a whole train car to the stink and trauma of me blowing chunks all over the salty floor.
I'm sure the whole city reads my blog, so I hope to see improvements almost immediately.
A former New Yorker-turned Tennesseean-turned Chicagoan who sometimes keeps himself so busy, he barely has a moment to sit down. Of course I sit for long enough to keep this blog. I'm a self-proclaimed news and fact junkie, and I love writing about funny, touching, amazing, annoying, crazy, or just plain boring things that I encounter in this crazy city we know as Chicago.