So there I am, quietly sipping my coffee and waiting for the Broad Street Line at North Philadelphia station. As the train pulls in, this lady goes running past me and slams into me, making me spill coffee all over my grey hooded sweatshirt.
I get on the train, drenched and reeking of coffee. I walk past the lady and give her a look. She gives me a dirty look in return and says, “You’re supposed to drink your coffee, not wear it.”
Thanks for tip, lady. Not cool.