It was 2 A.M. I'm standing in the 2nd Avenue subway station, waiting for my train to come. At the payphone near the end of the platform is a youngish girl on a pay-phone, **screaming** at someone. This being NYC I don't really pay much attention until she screams "Hold on a second."

She drops the phone, walks over to the edge of the platform, drops her pants and poops on the rail. She then proceeds to pull her pants up and walk back to the phone to continue her conversation.

By this point I'm intently interested in her phone conversation (and eavesdropping is not a problem since she's screaming at the top of her lungs). From what I can tell, the events that lead up to this poor girl's evening were as follows:

She and her boyfriend (now ex-boyfriend, I'm assuming) were out for the evening, and had some kind of fight. They went back to his place to (well, figure it out from the rest of the story), he decided that he was going to break up with her that evening, and during their encounter he slipped some suppositories in her without her knowledge. He then kicked her out of his house. By the time she got to the subway she had some idea of what had happened, and called him...

-- Jarett