Spat in the Face

There is absolutely NO WAY that I couldn't write about what happened to me in New York City today - so without any further aaa-doooo (there is an actual way to spell that...just not now).

Today started off like any other lovely Thursday. I woke up, took a nice long shower to my mother's dismay, she took me to my favorite coffee place where I purchased a nice 20 oz. coffee and a bagel for her and off to the train station for a nice day out of the office. You see.. I was to be spending this day in New York City - sitting in on casting callbacks for one my clients at work. Sounds awesome, right?

Well it was. Being that this was my first time partaking in something like this - I was looking at it as glorified people watching - only I was getting to judge these people - which was both awesome and awful at the same time. Regardless...this was a good day. Around noon, I head over to a local bar with my boss to grab a bite. Come to find out this place has one of my favorite beers on tap - Purple Haze - along with so many others that I haven't heard of. I was contemplating cancelling the rest of my day at callbacks and testing the sampler for the remainder of the afternoon. And to top it off - the chicken cheesesteak was amazing...but that is not the point of this story.

After what can only be categorized as an awesome day of 'work' - I pack up my things and head out for my very nice walk to Penn Station. I'm walking along like any other pedestrian - same speeds, same expressions as everyone else - just really minding my business. When all of a sudden SPLAT!!! A crazy woman - who I can only assume was homeless or crazy or clearly both - spits all over the left side of my face and my hair. I mean just really showered me with whatever leftover Grapeaid was in her mouth - along with a good portion of her saliva. GROSS!!

Now I'm sure you're wondering what my reaction was. Well - I'm sure anyone who's ever been splashed, not spit on, by another human - knows that you naturally say - What the Fuck?!?!?! Wipe your face off and potentially go up to this person and say something else - like what is your problem?

I screamed - WHAT THE FUCK?!!??! And then this insane creature starts cursing at me in her language which I'm assuming was English - or some dialect of - and I get the hell out of there immediately. Call my mother who can only assume the worst has happened and I am just outraged by what has just happened! OUTRAGED I tell you. And yet - at the same time I'm telling my mom and then my friend Leeann this story - I am simultaneously thinking to myself - of course this would happen to me. Who the hell else has these stories?!?!?

And there you have it. The tale of an innocent young lady who got showered with already-ingested Grapeaid on her way to Penn Station after what was previously a phenomenal day.

Put that in your pipe and smoke it. And maybe explain what the hell is wrong with people in NYC.

Goodnight.