Saturday, August 28, 2004
I was a little afraid when he got on the train with what at first appeared to be a cash register. It turned out to be an old printer shoved into a plastic grocery bag. Considering his appearance of total hygienic neglect, his having a printer was somehow more surprising. He sat in a seat that, although not in my row, was entirely to close. He produced a dirty hand towel from his other sack and wrapped his head in it, covering his face. It was when he fidgeted with trying to put a cap over the towel that he kept knocking the whole thing off. His hair was wet with water (or sweat). After several tries he seemed to give up. He took to some grooming instead, rubbing his face and hair with the dirty towel. He used his tongue and hands too. Sort of like a cat, only really disgusting. It was when he started coughing, and popping strange bumps on his neck that I realized I needed to move to the other end of the train. Before I could move we arrived at his stop and he was up and gone. I exchanged a relieved glance with the woman three rows down.
Posted by daniel on 08/28 at 11:03 PM
Ewww!
Posted by yayaempress on 08/29 at 09:01 AMOhhhh. No.
You know, something like that happened to me a couple of years ago. I was standing on the train, because there was no seating left. There was a really stinky guy who stood directly across from me, kind of bobbing back and forth, inches from my face.
I looked him straight in the eye, and hissed.
He moved to the back of the train, never to be seen again.
-H
Posted by Hed on 08/29 at 11:45 PM
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