You know you are on public transit when you shove your nose into your own armpit to find freshness.
In my defense, I smell fairly good today.
There is Axe body spray, perfumes, sweat, grease, bad breath, ranch dressing, smoke and I'm pretty certain someone shit their pants.
Trains have all the comfort of a lipstick tube of an airplane, only it affords you the additional luxury of all public being able to ride for no charge.
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