That’s right! These people don’t love to smell glass as much as it looks. They’re being pressed into it by the raw tonnage of sweaty, smelly bodies. I don’t know why anyone wouldn’t want to have this experience.
I decided to forgo this train and waited for the next. During rush hour there can be no escaping this “right of passage.” These awkward moments are facts of life that most comfortable americans don’t have to deal with. You should be thanking God, because the rest of the world must! Pay that $4/gallon and turn up your Satellite radio, smile and relax without someone’s fish-breath hovering around you.
This morning, our driver made me feel tipsy, with his excessive braking and excelerating. In any case, the motion simulates surfing if you aren’t able to grab onto something stable. I think they should have barf bags on board just in case….or at least some Hawaiian music to make it interesting!
