I puked on a cab today.
At 7am I grabbed a cab home to Brooklyn - I was feeling fine at the time. Once we got off the bridge I started feeling sick [a combination of drinking too much and eating nothing] but I rolled down the window and focused on my breathing, hoping I could wait till I got home to puke. Unfortunately, 11 blocks from my place I puke. I honestly tried to keep it down but couldn’t. I put my head out the window and puked, so of course some got on the car and the cabbie flipped out at me. He made me get out of the cab and started yelling at me, telling me that it was illegal to puke on a cab etc etc etc. I tried to argue back but I was busy projectile vomiting my stomach bile everywhere.

He said he was going to call the cops so I threw $60 at him and told him to fuck off.

I walked the rest of the way home.

There was church youth group of 30 kids meeting outside my apt for a field trip.

Awkward when you have drool on your chin and thigh highs peeking out from under a too short skirt.