• The guy who inevitably sits next to you and has his knees spread out from here to Iowa...it can be the scrawniest little guy and he still has to sit like he has 10-ton balls.
• The same guy with his knees spread out from here to Iowa suddenly opening his giant newspaper.
• This odd little woman who gets on on at Mansfield...she has a helmet of hard frosted curls and a shrill voice that cuts right into my skull.
• The big free for all when the train stops....I have never seen so many unruly "business professionals" pushing, bashing, and shoving their way through the crowd to get ahead one second faster than everyone else. No one apologizes. No one says excuse me. Are these people like this at work, too? I wish I could tell on them all. I once made the mistake of trying to be kind and stopped when a woman ahead of me dropped her wallet and was scrambling to pick up her money. I instantly got body slammed and tossed around worse than if I were at an Iggy Pop show. I probably saved that woman from getting trampled to death. And the other day, someone stepped on the back of my slingback shoe and sent me flying. No apology, and a giant hole in my stocking. Grrr.

Still, I guess it beats making the same commute by car, and sitting in traffic with a whole different set of assholes.