yesterday i was at a concert and someone puked on my winter parka in the middle of the show. didn't even tell me or anything, just let me find out by putting my hand directly in the puddle that collected in my hood while i was leaving the venue.
now for the fun part of the story: the concert was my city's symphony orchestra. in the middle of the elgar cello concerto someone was wasted enough to puke a hot dog onto the row in front of them.
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