Sewage

The guy next to me who, for the record looks like a discount, anorexic Indiana Jones, is drinking coffee that smells how you could imagine hot, boiled ass to smell. I glance over and he is drinking out of one of the corporate, color-changing, coffee tumblers given out to us at work. So this shit-coffee drinker is a coworker. Wonder why I don't recognize him. 

My guess: accounting. 

Across from me is some big athlete guy sleeping with his head back and jaw slacked open. His stained gym shorts tented across his two splayed legs, his hood pulled up on his high school "State Champs" sweatshirt, and a patchwork red beard on his chin make him quite the sight..

He looks like a fat elf that's been tranquilized. It's a full train and people are standing. He is taking up almost three seats, but nobody seems to want to wake up the sleeping giant.