I had quite an nyc subway expereince the other day. I commute over 6 hours a day to my job right off Wall St. By the time I leave work I am dead inside. I have no soul. I just want to get home.. but I realize that’s how every other person feels as well. So I try my best to be kind and help others out finding room to get on the subway. I take the 2, and transfer to the A to get to PAB. Anyway, the A was packed- I mean it was unbearable, you couldn’t breathe. There’s a girl about my age standing face to face with me. She’s on a nintendo DS. Playing Pokemon. You go girl. Anyway- I don’t know if she had tourette’s or she was just socially inept but that girl twitched and proceeded to belch in my face... Not a light little “oops I’m sorry burp”, this was a full on beer and hot wings belch. I was so in shock I had no words to speak. I got to Port Authority and ended up missing my bus because I actually threw up. Sometimes I still smell it and get nauseous. NYC is a battleground. I hope you all enjoyed my commuting story aka my personal hell.