Expanding riders.

It's no mystery that the seats are small on the train. When I sat down, the guy against the window squished himself in to get a part of himself off my seat.

But gradually over the last few stops he has exhaled and begun to ooze into my space.

Listening to Billy Collins on Spotify. Trying to ignore the kid on the lap of his mom across the aisle. He seems intent on breaking his mom's jaw with the back of his little head. She is bobbing and weaving deftly.