I haven't puked in public since I was a teenager. Yesterday I had the great displeasure of experiencing it twice. Both times I was on public transport and managed to make it off the bus. After the second time I didn't trust myself on the bus and so I walked the rest of the way home. I've decided to NOT pull a Jonathan Ames and will spare readers the unpleasant details. To make a long story short, I found myself in two completely different locations overcome by nausea and standing in front of the same fast food chain (it was by pure coincidence, I at no time ate at this "restaurant"). The nausea hit hard and fast, there was no time to find a restroom, and so in closing I'd like to say this: the food at McDonald's may be disgusting but thank god they have outdoor shrubbery.
