There are soo many people in NYC that I decided to get the flu shot this year. At first I was skeptical because I had seen a program on TV, where a lady had a severe, life changing, reaction to the flu shot. After being sick two times this summer I knew I couldn't risk it in the winter. Everywhere you look some one is coughing and sneezing. Also when your taking public transportation there is no telling what kind of people, and for that matter how many people have sat and touched where I am sitting and touching now.
I'm in the crowded subway terminal waiting for the train, and I see two open seats next to this old lady. Oddly no one is sitting in them. I look closer at the lady and notice that she has on a blue jogging suit. Her body is puffed up like the nutty professor, and her head is cocked to the side. Her eyes are closed, and she is not moving. I can barely tell if she's breathing. One of her puffy legs lay extended; sadly with no shoes on her feet only layers of socks. Beneath the extended leg was a trail of dark liquid. It look like a mixture of blood and feces. It was severely disgusting! People were trying their best to act as if they didn't notice her. I don't know why the police or the EMT wasn't called. The lady looked as if she could have been dying or worse already dead.
Now I'm happy to have found a seat on the train, and there is only standing room left. Just my luck a overweight 50ish Caucasian man stands in front of me. I'm looking at the front part of his pants and his overly huge stomach. Next thing I know the man starts passing deadly but silent gas, and it STINKS! There is a skinny, tall, African American girl seated next to me and she is frowning up her face because she smells it too. We both looked at each other with a look of disgust on our faces and then she dropped her head down. No matter where you put your head you were going to smell this man. All I could think was if this man farts one more time I'm going to get ghetto on him. On the bright side. I couldn't help but to think that the mans huge stomach would serve as a good air bag if the train was to throw me forward and out of my seat. Now on the other side of me was an African American woman. She looked to be in her 70's. She had all these hard, firm, severely, raised nodules all over her face, hands and neck. This was no Halloween costume. Think of a human pickle and multiply that. Here I was freaking out about my pimples, and this just proved to me how much worse it could be.
Any how check me out on my facebook page and you can see the costume I wore for Halloween. I guess my theater side was coming out of me because I decide to wear my mask on the train, and for once I was the weirdo. Can you say "all eyes on me"? I honestly didn't think I was anything to stare at but apparently I was wrong. I was a princess going to a masquerade ball. I had on a floor length, bright, yellow, ball gown with elbow length, white, satin, gloves, and a gold and silver, butterfly mask.
Well it was definitely one hell of a night. I went to two clubs and one restaurant. My associate...hmm let's call her Jade. She threw up at one of the most crowded restaurants located in Time Square. I felt sorry for the dinners next to her. When she finished puking her guts out she didn't even apologize to them. She started laughing hysterically, and then got up and went to the bathroom. Yeah she was a nasty, hot, mess! We left the restaurant and ran into some teenagers horsing around and throwing food. I got hit in the shoulder and cussed them all the way out NYC style! I don't know if there was some bad juju going on because the next day I got food poisoning. Therefore I spent the next evening throwing up and my girl "T" fell and hurt her ankle and spent the next day throwing up from the pain killers.
Now it's the end of the night and I'm just hoping I get in the house before 3AM. With the train making all local stops this is highly unlikely. Even though I'm not the only one in costume; I'm still catching looks sideways and back. Now I know how the homeless feel when people stare at them. One lady told me she was staring because the mask was so pretty, but I don't think that's why everyone else was burning holes in me. Anyhow waiting on the train wasn't too bad that night because of the talent in the subway. There was an 40ish, average looking, Caucasian man in the subway. He was playing a keyboard along with a trumpet, and making up songs. What ever he saw he threw it in his song. It was funny. He sung about the passengers waiting on the train, and how happy we were when it was approaching the station. Least to say I did make it home two minutes before 3AM.
