I too have decorated a railway station with half-digested chip shop pie. Sorry Enfield Town staff, there was no other way.
Dr. Seuss could have written a book about me called "Oh, The Places You'll Spew!", such is my penchant for my body rejecting the filth that I put in it.
I had a job interview in a shop in Kensington and had to swifly void my stomache between two parked cars before hastily buying a can of lilt to remove the stench from my face before sweatily answering banal questions about my retail experience.
I also puked on and around commuters on a bus to work at 8am. The bus driver kindly let me off the bus so I could sprint into a McDonald's and ruin the men's unrinals with the rotting contents of my disgusting insides.