Smoosh

If I were a tiny, brined fish commuting outside of my normal can-home, and chose to ride the train today, I may complain about the lack of elbow room.

I might also lament being back in my can at the end of this list of errands, whatever those might be for a tiny fish in a city. There would be intense longing for the spaciousness contained in the 3.75 ounce mansion which I share with my dozen or so brothers and sisters.

I need a shower now.

And I don't know for certain, but me, the two girls in front of me, and the guy behind me may be plurally married. 

At least that's the impression got from his pelvis rubbing on mine unintentionally and with apologies.