Smish

Some days it seems a much larger contingent of people are heading out of downtown. Usually I get on and there are either places to sit, or I am hanging in the aisles sort of swaying around like a wacky waving inflatable arm-flailing tube man. 

Other days, it's crowd surfing at a really crappy nü-metal concert. Today is closer to the latter as we all pile in like amorphous, squishy Tetris pieces trying to use the space with the most efficiency. 

Few stops and the train will eject some of these people and maybe I can take full breaths. (Not that I really want to, mind you. Someone nearby is attempting to hide their wine-fueled alcoholism behind cough drops, and it's not working.)