During most holiday seasons many of us would often enjoy a nice alcoholic beverage but sometimes we can have too much.
A man was spotted in the MRT puking himself on the T-shirt, in the MRT we are often reminded not to consume food or drinks or face a fine.
But how about the other way round?
Cool hair check, cool clothing check, puking on himself check…
The person taking the photo could have offered the man some tissues.
Story:
Here is a story of a similar accident of someone puking in the MRT with someone actually help:
So, before I threw up at the MRT station, I was at the Botanic Gardens taking photos with my friend. We started aroung morning and walked around in the jialat heat for about 3 hours. I had no breakfast or lunch. I also made the mistake of drinking some horrible carrot juice halfway through because I wanted to see if it was really bad, which it was.
So I was already feeling nauseous but we needed to go back to the MRT station, which took about half an hour and the sun was fully out. My friend tried to console me and wanted me to sit at a bus stop first, but I gehkiang say can one lah.
So I walked to the MRT and when I stepped on the escalator, I knew I F up. I wanted to throw up, but there was an ang moh tourist in front of me. I threw up in my mouth and managed to hold it in for a few seconds to avoid the disaster of throwing up on the tourist’s hair and very white and pristine clothes (I distinctively remember the sheer horror of the thought of throwing up all over her). At the same time, I was desperately featuring my friend to get a plastic bag from my backpack.
Then, when we alighted off the escalator I saw a cleaner auntie polishing the floor nice nice, and I remember making eye contact before I spewed bright orange carrot juice vomit on the floor while she watched in horror as her work got drowned out.
As if that wasn’t bad enough I was trying to get my friend to move my backpack which the juice was crawling towards but he couldn’t hear me between retches. Anyway, I was lying prone next to the escalator for everyone coming down to see but the auntie was nice and pointed me to the nearby toilet to wash up.
Then an MRT officer or something in the red shirt and black pants uniform came up to console me when I was done cleaning up, and wanted me to go to their lounge or something where I assume their staff rest. I don’t remember much apart from being very embarassed.
I said I was okay and wanted to get out as soon as I can, but the man was very insistent. Eventually, I freed myself, but he was very nice and calmed me down, he even offered a drink, which I declined.
So, yup, that’s my story of leaving a bright orange puddle and some very helpful staff.