Of all the (many) awkward things that have happened to me...
...this, I think, tops them all.
There are many metro scenarios to which one simply has to adjust.
The man sitting next to you with his face plastered against the window, snoring thunderously, who may or may not have been asleep in that very seat since last Tuesday.
The driver who is either incredibly untalented or who enjoys throwing people across the car by slamming on the breaks at random intervals.
The thought of the teeming mass of sickness clinging to all of the poles and handholds.
All this I can handle. I can even handle being packed into the car like four months of College Guy's laundry stuffed into his mom's washing machine. What makes me slightly ill-at-ease is the couple two inches from my nose so hard-core making out that they are ten seconds from ripping off their clothes.
There are many metro scenarios to which one simply has to adjust.
The man sitting next to you with his face plastered against the window, snoring thunderously, who may or may not have been asleep in that very seat since last Tuesday.
The driver who is either incredibly untalented or who enjoys throwing people across the car by slamming on the breaks at random intervals.
The thought of the teeming mass of sickness clinging to all of the poles and handholds.
All this I can handle. I can even handle being packed into the car like four months of College Guy's laundry stuffed into his mom's washing machine. What makes me slightly ill-at-ease is the couple two inches from my nose so hard-core making out that they are ten seconds from ripping off their clothes.