MTR Mess

On the MTR, a woman three seats down leaned over and hurled her supper onto the deck.

That wasn't the worst of it. This happened just as we left Wan Chai station, and she was seated upwind; the air conditioning blows from the front of the train toward the rear.

I was grateful our stop was next; the rancid odor was nasty and we were desperate to get away from the stench.

Still, I felt bad for the woman, because it's bad enough to be sick in public.

Embarrassment doesn't improve the situation.

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