So, earlier this week I had to go to NY for a client meeting (a whirlwind trip down and back in the same day, which is totally doable, but sometimes exhausting), and there was an episode at Penn Station. Now, I was tired and my brain was a bit fried, so I really just wanted to get into Penn, find a seat, and wait for my train. Well, that didn't happen. It was fecking nuts in the station, with mass crowds of people pushing and running and yelling. I still am not sure what happened, but before I knew what was going on, I was pushed down and stepped on by a pack of 20somethings. When I finally managed to get up (thank you man in the gray sweater and fedora), my hands were filthy and I desperately needed to pee (weird, yeah). I hate using the restroom at Penn because, well, it's repulsive. But, I was desperate, so away I went. I finally found a somewhat clean (or so I thought) stall, but soon realized there was no toilet paper. And, this was after I stepped in gum AND human feces. In my favorite shoes. Yeah, I cried.However, I guess you can say that I'm lucky because, unlike Tila Tequila, at least I didn't have human feces thrown at me. While performing. On a stage. Topless. And drunk. In front of an unruly mob. If you don't know who Tila Tequila is, well, good for you. But, if you do know who she is, I think you'll agree with me when I say having human feces thrown at her is probably one of the least dirty things that has ever happened to that trampy trollop.
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