Having recently been vomited on underground... this article on subway puking piqued our interest. Writer Jessica Wakeman describes her experience as a subway puker, a title she gained one afternoon when she ventured onto the subway, fully aware she was in the midst of an ugly food poisoning attack. She emerged with five things to know should you find yourself in the same situation.
They're all pretty expected: people will yell "eww," people will stare, you will sob and be embarrassed, you will wonder if people think you are a junkie even though you are "carrying a purse from J.Crew" dammit! But what should happen if you ask to sit in a police officer's car once you emerge from underground?
The cop asked if I needed an ambulance. “I don’t think so,” I said. “Can I just sit in your car? I just feel really nauseous.” The cop turned his head away from me. “You can sit over there,” he said, pointing at the steps on the south side of Union Square Park. Are you kidding me? I was crying and covered in Gatorade-colored vomit. What else do you people need from me to get some help?! Screw you, a**hole.
Not to side with The Man here, but... would you let a vomiting person into a car you need to spend the rest of the day in?
