All of that water has nowhere to go. To get home, I walked through this puddle (and others).
Who knows what was in that water? (if you know, please don’t tell me)
By the time I got home to Williamsburg, I felt awful. My pruney, cold, contaminated feet and I hopped in the shower before putting on my pajamas.
Subway flooding is so bad that I may have to amputate my own feet now. Glad I got that hep A shot for Kenya recently.
— One Chicklette (@1chicklette) April 30, 2014