Smells

Alcohol perfume, dried sweat and baby shit. I love this train.

Can't type more.

Four

Fourth day of the new schedule and fourth different train time. This one not as busy. I think this one will get me downtown around 6:58. Cuts it a little close. May have to rely on the 6:12 for a more relaxed commute.

The woman next to me is quite big. She gets a seat and a half to my little half-seat. Sitting on the edge is kinda hurting my butt, though it isn't all bad. I'll get over it.

Blueteeth

Long hair + Bluetooth = you look crazy. And your conversation isn't even interesting.

Oh and when it's packed. You, mr bicycle guy get to wait. We are humping in here. No room for your vehicle.

Students

Hey younglings going to fill your noggins with stuff, I have a free lesson for you.

Your backpack is huge and you have no nerve endings in it so you cannot feel it thwapping your fellow passengers. Be aware of it. It is huge, heavy and sharp in places.

And don't get all mad when I shove away the point of your Anatomy book into my Trapezius muscle. Apologize to me with a smile and hold your bag in front of you.

Busy lots.

So yeah I can tell its going to be much busier train wise. If I can do the sunset thing though, perhaps it will take less time.

It smells very bad on board right now.

Early

Tried a commute method and it intends to dump me off way early at work. Oh well.

Will try something different tomorrow.

Shampoo

Someone on this train has a shampoo that is magical. Can't stop breathing deeply. Not sure if its male or female, but the scent sure is nice. Thanks, person-of-unknown-hygiene.

Earlier trains are just as packed as the morning one. A little ickier but it will be so much nicer to be home sooner.

Wow

So I slept through 3 alarms, but caught the 6:23 train. It was packed when it got to My stop. I've never seen that unless a trains been backed up.

Amazing.

I did get a seat, but its next to some rude bald asshat who keeps passive-aggressively elbowing me. I just landed one of my own and smiled at him.

This new schedule may prove interesting.

Courtesy

I can't emphasize this enough: if you are sick, stay home. Do not take public transportation and sit there wheezing, coughing and sneezing.

It's beyond contemptible. You have a few hundred people in an enclosed space breathing your germs into our bodies outside of our control. You are rude, inconsiderate and, above all, inhumane.

Oh and.. Lady behind me? You are in your late 40s with grey hair. Pulling the "Senior Citizen" card to get a seat on a packed train is pathetic. That guy should have carded you.

Guess what? Tomorrow is Friday! Yaaaay!

Mop

Without their belt of gun, taser, cuffs, pepper spray, zip ties, and flashlight the police officer looks exactly like a manual worker. Blue shirt and matching pants.

From behind without seeing a badge and curled-cord radio on their breast, they could be on their way to clean an office building, work on a car motor, or plumb some pipe.

Lesson here is I guess is: always wear a belt if you have a career.

The guy sitting behind me smells like a sack of stale potato chips...my nose is curling around it.

Return of the Toe

Yikes!!!

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*fistbump*

Chill

This morning was worthy of a mug of cocoa and some oatmeal. I briefly considered a jacket, then remembered it is supposed to be nearly 90 today, so I just was cool on the way to the train. No biggie.

I missed my usual 7:12 train Maybe it was late, too, because one pulled up at 7:14 as I got there. Pretty open seating, too, as I got my favorite seat.

Can it be Friday? Please?

Non-sport

Walking is locomotion, not a sport. If you do not suffer from a neurological or any other disorder, it shouldn't be that difficult. Apparently when you are texting on a phone this ability takes mad skill. A "woo girl" walking down the street who was texting and tripped on her own shadow was funny.

More funny was her barely noticing: no embarrassment, looking to see what she tripped on, or any other acknowledgment that she almost biffed hard on the sidewalk.

The voice of the girl next to me would be grounds for divorce. She has a huge rock on her finger so somebody married her. Most likely deaf. She is like a caricature of herself.

Also, major kudos to the train driver for buying a Street Roots magazine out of his window.

I crave sushi. Dinner!

Hangover

I don't mean hangover from alcohol, but from relaxing. Scientists determined that it takes, on average, 2.6 days to return to a state of relaxation after you have been stressed.

It is not surprising that everyone stays wound up a bit too tightly. It would be like sleeping four hours a night and claim to be awake. After a few days or weeks you would be a zombie and useless. Same goes for the five day work week.

And based on the train, the zombies here want brains primarily because all of ours have atrophied under the weight of our own content obeisance.

Food

Look. We all eat. I know we get hungry. But when you are on a train with many people, it's your responsibility to have food that doesn't permeate every cubic foot of air in a 70 foot-long conveyance. You, you stupid girl, and your garlicky yakisoba noodles are pungently sweet. They smell tragic to me and the rest of the people riding with you. I can smell it at at other end of the fucking train. You are rude in ways that are defined by Merriam-Webster.

Also, guy on the cell phone who just discovered the technology: No one wants to hear your conversation. Hang up. The tunnel is coming thankfully. Dick. Your, "sweetie," can wait until you are off the train. Stop.