New York Minute 35 - Piña Colada Subway

The subway pulled into a station. The doors opened, and in walked a young lady wearing coconut-scented sunscreen. She stood right beside me. The whole car smelled like a giant piña colada.

Luckily, she exited at the next station, possibly to switch to a different subway line. I felt bad for the people on her next train.

The coconut smell was amazingly potent. I was glad to breathe normal, stinky subway air after that.

At the next station, a young, well-dressed male tourist stood on the platform vomiting - right in front of my door, the same door that Miss Coconut had used.

The dispatcher held the train in the station, which meant that the doors had to stay open. There I stood watching this poor guy barf for two minutes while his female companion stroked his back. I was tempted to pull out my phone and take a video, but I decided to spare the poor guy the added embarrassment.

Eventually, a lady working at the station walked over and asked the man if he was okay. He nodded affirmatively and said something that I couldn't hear. 

Finally, the doors closed and the train moved forward. I found myself wondering whether the guy had binged on bad oysters - or piña coladas.

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