The Real Story of My Sassy Girl.

Chapter 1

CHAPTER 1

So while I'm waiting, I noticed that there was a girl next to me, completely wasted. She wasn't exactly 'celebrity-pretty' but still unique and attractive. She was one of those girls who looked good in yellow t-shirt and jeans. Looked like she was about 24.. or 25...

Maybe it's because she's drunk, but her eyes were almost closed, unfocused, and sometimes gagged. "[gagging noise]"
If she wasn't so hammered, she would be really cool.

Then the train came. It was late... so there weren't so many people inside the train. She and I took the same train... of course, since we didn't know each other, we were on the opposite doors.

As soon as she got on the train, she leaned on a pole. But while a normal person leans against their backs, she was leaning against her stomach, and was waving back and forth precariously.

Her drunken behavior was pretty cute, so I kept watching... In front of her (the chair right next to the pole) a bald man was sitting down... He was reading the newspaper with an utmost concentration. Right on top of his head, she was going back and forth!

No one around her was paying attention to her... I was only watching her too.. But suddenly, she acted strangely. She was shivering for a moment then,

[sound of throwing up]

Yes, it's true... Suddenly, she... on the bald guy's head.... While this was going on, I was the only one watching.

But when the sound of throwing up came around, everyone on the car turned around to look at her... then at the man... and everyone started to roll on the floor laughing.

On top of his bald head were noodles coming down like hairs... a red noodle no less... must have been from the snail dish... then to the shoulder... to the stomach... the chunks and liquids and ...

That man... for 10 seconds he looked as if he didn't understand what had happened, then he wiped his head with the newspaper he was reading. He was so awestruck he couldn't say anything... poor guy!... But... the real fiasco started from there.

After she threw up, she looked at me, eyes barely open, and before she fell down she said..

"Sweetie... [throws up] sweetie... [throws up]"

When she called me sweetie... everyone on the car started looking at me.

"Wha... wait... Miss, who are you? What do you mean 'sweetie'?"

I tried to deny it... but it was too late... everyone was looking at me with a vicious look.

^v^ (a woman next to me who was still laughing)

@.@ (a girl standing by the next door)