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absolutely worse day in history
by Valerie
Okay, so this Monday I had the absolutely worse day in history!

It starts off with me getting fired. I come into work on Monday and my company announces they have run out of Money and we are closing in 5 days. We are all without jobs...shit!! I'm bummed.. i start to pack up my stuff and decide to head home early.

I get on the F train going uptown at 23rd street, and find a seat near the door. A homeless guy gets on at 34th street and tries to sell street news, no one is buying. He then starts yelling, "I'm just a homeless person, please spare some money". Again, no one responds. He gets frustrated, and starts swinging around a plastic grocery bag with a glass Arizona iced tea bottle in it. WHAM- I get hit in the face.

People in the car start gasping and pointing at me. I catch a glimpse of myself in the reflection of the poster behind me and see that I have a softball size lump over my eye. The homeless guy sees me, screams "it was an accident" and runs out of the train at 42nd street.

People finally help me out of the train at Rockerfeller Center, and the token booth guy calls the cops. The cops come, EMS shows up and I am taken by ambulance to the hospital. Turns out I am okay, no concussion or permanent damage. I just have two huge shiners and look like I've been in a pretty bad bar fight!

So that's my story about losing my job and getting whacked in the face with a glass bottle on the same day!! What a shitty day.








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