Patrick Walsh
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A Page From My Diary...ah
posted Thursday, 18 May 2006
Quick heads-up, don't read this entry if you are easily grossed out.
Friday night I got on the subway to head home around 10PM. There was one seat available and I took it. I put my headphones in and began watching a few video podcasts. As we approached the next subway station I became aware that I was being watched. I looked up to find several people staring at me. One woman had her hand over her mouth and was pointing in my direction.
I started looking around frantically, was my fly down? Something on my face? I realized that the older woman sitting next to me had gotten out of her seat and was moving rather quickly towards the door. The lady that had been sitting next to her began hitting my arm to get my attention. I turned to look at her, saw the fear in her eyes as she pointed at the older woman.
She was running out the door with a brown stain covering her entire ass.
I whipped my headphones out and leapt out of my seat as everything began to make sense. I looked down. The seat next to me was covered, literally covered, in soupy diarrhea. This old woman had shat herself, but not in such a way that she had a nice, solid torpedo in her underwear. Something in her must have exploded.
As the subway lurched back into motion, I watched in horror as the diarrhea stream sloshed its way into where I had been sitting just seconds prior. And had the saintly woman to her right not risked her own safety to get my attention, there is no question that the diarrhea would have gotten all over me.
Everyone who got on the subway after that would look excited as they realized a seat was available, move towards it, and recoil in terror, hand over nose and mouth. The stench on the way home was overwhelming and yet for reasons I can't explain I did not switch cars. I just stared at this puddle of shit, a grim reminder of my own mortality.
God, I'm gonna miss New York.
Friday night I got on the subway to head home around 10PM. There was one seat available and I took it. I put my headphones in and began watching a few video podcasts. As we approached the next subway station I became aware that I was being watched. I looked up to find several people staring at me. One woman had her hand over her mouth and was pointing in my direction.
I started looking around frantically, was my fly down? Something on my face? I realized that the older woman sitting next to me had gotten out of her seat and was moving rather quickly towards the door. The lady that had been sitting next to her began hitting my arm to get my attention. I turned to look at her, saw the fear in her eyes as she pointed at the older woman.
She was running out the door with a brown stain covering her entire ass.
I whipped my headphones out and leapt out of my seat as everything began to make sense. I looked down. The seat next to me was covered, literally covered, in soupy diarrhea. This old woman had shat herself, but not in such a way that she had a nice, solid torpedo in her underwear. Something in her must have exploded.
As the subway lurched back into motion, I watched in horror as the diarrhea stream sloshed its way into where I had been sitting just seconds prior. And had the saintly woman to her right not risked her own safety to get my attention, there is no question that the diarrhea would have gotten all over me.
Everyone who got on the subway after that would look excited as they realized a seat was available, move towards it, and recoil in terror, hand over nose and mouth. The stench on the way home was overwhelming and yet for reasons I can't explain I did not switch cars. I just stared at this puddle of shit, a grim reminder of my own mortality.
God, I'm gonna miss New York.
What do you think? Leave me a comment! (5)
1. Matthew left...
Thursday, 18 May 2006 1:48 pm :: http://www.turboshark.blogspot.com
That was awesome!
2. JJ left...
Tuesday, 23 May 2006 12:59 pm
The smells of NYC - nice.
3. sam left...
Tuesday, 23 May 2006 2:30 pm :: http://craftysam.blogspot.com
oh my dear god. nast.
4. sam left...
Tuesday, 23 May 2006 2:30 pm :: http://craftysam.blogspot.com
and by accept i mean except...
5. Tom left...
Saturday, 27 May 2006 12:18 pm
Your friend Ian turned me on to your blog. This story is horrific and
disgusting and more so because it's true!