On the subway today, a man came up to me to start a conversation.
He made small talk, this lonely man, talking about the weather and other things.
I tried to be pleasant and accommodating, but my head began to hurt from his banality.
I almost didn't notice it had happened, but I suddenly threw up all over him.
He was not pleased, and I couldn't stop laughing.
He was not pleased, and I couldn't stop laughing.
He was not pleased, and I couldn't stop laughing.