On Public Vomiting

Today, while waiting for the subway, I saw a blind woman vomit (she missed her service pup). I didn't know how to feel about this, and I still don't. I would think if one has to vomit, in public, one might be discreet about it or try to find a trashcan. However, I can see how this might be a problem for a blind person. At least it was on the platform, and not someone's shoe, or head (had she leaned over the railing of the elevated line).

I feel kind of bad for being so disgusted. Is that mean?

**UPDATE: So far today, I have seen public vomiting TWICE and almost publicly vomited myself at least once. And there is still a little over an hour left in the day. To make a long story (day) short, the subway platform was not the end of the line for my bout with showy throwup. Noooo, whilst in an elevator with the stroller-ridden tot, I bit into a moth infested granola bar, not thinking that those sneaky pests could worm (UGH) their way through a shrink wrapped package. As usual, my hunger gets the best of me and I end up with a mouthful of either moth eggs or moth crap, take your pick. Just typing this makes me want to vomit again. Suffice it to say I was not able to ralph in the elevator, in front of the doorman, or on the steps of the building with innocent pedestrians watching. Just like the problem with crying, there is NO WHERE in New York City that one can puke in private.

I totally understand the blind woman. Sort of.

After I got done silently screaming and had spit inconspicuously all over some bushes, I carried on and tried not to think of insects, barf, or the two mixing in my mouth. Then, I come home after a 12+ hour day, and as I'm walking up to my damn door, this dude in a car stopping (not stopped, STOPPING- as in the car was still rolling when this happened) opens up his door and leans his fat head out and YES, YOU GOT IT- he regurgitates not 10 feet away from me. WTF! Jesus. What the crap. I mean, what the crap?

I feel like I should have something more interesting and/or less disgusting to say after a month of being a no-show on the blog, but since I just saw you last week and updated you on the good, the bad, and the ugly (and the fun nights of beer drinking with rock bands and shameless photogs), I don't have much else.

xoxoBon
ps- I lectured our little sister. I have no idea how much good it did. Lisa, how much good did it do? I know you'll get wind of this sooner or later and think we're trying to gang up on you so I might as well address you personally now. Don't drink and drive! Don't have sex on prom night! And as for making out with boys: pick one and stick with it! Love you :)