Sweat

Two things that make me a little uneasy are the thick, funk smell of sweat, and the wet, schlorpy sound of someone chewing noodles with their mouth open.

I get both of these today. 

Couple that with rude, well-dressed, 50-something women (a pack of them), and it's just a delightfully spirited trip!

The middle of the train is creaking like a submarine diving too quickly. It's quite amusing to see the alarm on exactly nobody's face over this aberration. Maybe it's just because I ride so frequently I even notice.