. . . and the train smelled like vomit.
That's how my work day ended.
At least it wasn't "And I got mugged on my way home from the train station" or "I slipped and fell out of the train, breaking my arm".
At least I was only going two stops on the train.
But it smelled like vomit.
I'm so glad to be home, in my leopard print Old Navy loungepants ($3!) and my LL Cool J t-shirt, ready to drink wine, knit, and watch a movie. That is how I am kicking off my weekend.