After an epic night out with my best girlfriends, I had to go to work. I was nursing a serious hangover, and although barfing is my number one hungover trait, this was a whole new level of pathetic. I got off the train at my stop for work, and knew I was gonna hurl. Hard. I couldn’t find anywhere respectable to let it all out, and it was coming fast. I couldn’t stop myself and ended up hurling pure alcohol in the train tracks. From now on, when my friends need to puke in public, they call it “pulling a Maggie” I’m so proud.