Ok, before we all go point and laugh at this lady for getting Holly Holmed by a peaceful, immobile subway chair, lets not pretend that we haven’t been in a similar situation.
If you’re a reckless binge drinker like me, you’ve been bent on the subway home and every fiber of your body is begging for you to lay down and pass out right then and there, but the shred of dignity you’ve been able to maintain over the years won’t allow it.
So what do you do? You put your elbows on your knees and hold your face in your hands and slowly nod off–a fair compromise, you tell yourself. But eventually, like always, the alcohol wins and you’re in full on snooze mode on the crowded train. But then your knee twitches a little bit and your elbow slips off and your body suddenly jolts forward like a spaz case, invoking that Inception falling feeling. You wake up and see a homeless person who smells like resurrected death shaking his head in shame at you. It’s a new low point for you in a seemingly endless supply of low points.Now that we got that out of the way, HAHAHAHA what a fucking idiot. HEY LADY, I remember my first glass of wine!! You going to ask that chair for a rematch?! HAHAHA! O’DOYLE RULES!!!
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