Nikki Yeager

My parents came to visit me last weekend and during the night they had a visitor. Of the unsavory variety. In fact, it was a pimp (or some sort of crazy man) demanding that my parents give him "his money" at 4 in the morning. 

And don't you worry, I'll write that whole story soon. 

Anyways, it seems my visitors bad luck goes further than my parents. I invited this girl from couchsurfing.org over for two nights with hopes of making a friend and getting some bonus points for hosting my first surfer. Turns out, the day she decided to come was a very bad day for train travel. 

Here's how the texts went while I waited for her to find her way to Bay Ridge. Keep in mind I've never met this girl in my life and had a maximum of two or three email exchanges with her: 

Her 10:03pm: Update- there is a shuttle from 59 boo mta.

Me 10:04pm: Oh no!! R u on the shuttle at least? lol

Her 10:05pm:  Not yet. It stopped at 36 so i'm waiting for the n to 59 then shuttle. I'm sorry. 

Of course, I didn't mind at all. I usually don't go to bed until well after midnight so it didn't phase me one bit. Instead, I offered to order her some miso soup and then finished watching South Park with Daniel.  

Until my phone buzzed. Quick look down and this is what I saw:

Her 10:31pm: Dead body on the tracks apprently

Ummm, what?!?! 

Turns out that while my new friend was making her way to my apartment, someone jumped onto the rails (or fell... or ...) and got ripped apart at the middle. She figured out what was going on as soon as she heard the collective "gasp" in the car and then the follow up whispers. And yes, people saw the body.

Because, of course, it wouldn't be a story if they didn't actually see it. 

Which makes me wonder... is this just a spurt of bad luck or should I stop inviting people to BK?