Flail

The woman next to me, who looks like a skinny Judy Dench, is talking emphatically and gesturing like mad. The main problem with this is that she has sharp elbows and they hurt when she jabs me in the ribs. 

I wish she would learn to whisper. Not because of the sound, but because perhaps her elbows would only tickle.

And her coffee smells horrible...  Hehe.

Dirt

There is a younger construction worker sitting next to me. His head is buzzed to a stubble and recovering from a sunburn. He is talking to another guy across the aisle about their site. Most of the conversation involves phrases like, "Sheeeeit, I know," and the word sunuvabitch.

He is wearing a hoodie and heavy cargo pants. Resting on one knee is a spiral notepad. Wonder what this blue collar guy has to say...

"Hey pretty girl, I miss you more each and every day.."

I stopped reading after that. None of my business. But I feel for the kid. I'm sure she will appreciate the letter.

Furniture

Daffy woman sitting across from me thinks I am a footstool. After moving around and avoiding her subtley, I finally made a big production about rotating my hips away and my legs away from hers. 

She seemed to get the hint, but not really.

She is wearing purple scrubs and has a cluster of large roses tattooed across her chest. She is failing to to divine simple space logic here, so I pity anyone who may get a needle in the arm from her someday.

The guy across from me looks like a cross between Jim Parsons and Michael Keaton. It's fascinating.

Better

It smells like sweaty feet and old ink on the train. Loads of people getting on and there is no reason why it's so busy today unless people simply do not want to drive on a Monday. To be completely honest, who can blame them? I don't want to drive any day: especially Mondays.

There is a lady probably about my age hovering over me. I can feel her eyes staring me down as to why I am not offering up my seat. The reason behind that is an easy one: I don't wanna.

That, and spite because she seems to be making a bigger deal out of it than is necessary. 

Delight

People going to work, people heading home, some going to school, and that pretty much sums up everyone on the train this morning. 

The only exciting thing that exists right now is the bookend drunks sleeping sideways at both ends of the train; their necks hanging half off and against the windows, and a paper bag with a bottle in as their seat mate.

They have a decidedly shorter to-do list.