The last month
by robot
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Morning commute
Like most mornings, I am barely functioning. There is some sort of commotion in the back of the car I am on, but I can't tell what is going on because my headphones are blasting obscure white rock into my ears.
I hit the pause button on my mini robot.
There is a woman standing in the car looking out the door towards someone on the platform. She suddenly yells, "She was smart to leave you, asshole!"
Door closes.
Morning commute
Reading a magazine while leaning against the door. Across the car from me are two guys a bit younger than I am having a lively conversation - something you don't normally see in the morning.
One of the guys gets off at 14th street. The other guy decides to move to the free space right next to me.
He sidles up next to me, and I notice that he has a highball glass full of, what I assume is, scotch or bourbon or something along those lines.
He looks at me, raises his glass, and says, "cheers".
I nod.
He gets off at the next stop, stumbling a bit.
Afternoon commute
I notice this huge, tough looking gangsta decked out black guy on the train. He's young - high school age - and is sitting down reading a book. Something about how he's reading the book says, "I love this book". I think to myself that it's nice to see a teen reading a book - you don't see that too often.
A few minutes later, a prime spot near the door opens up and I move to the new space and find myself standing right next to the reading teen. Now, I am not one to read over people's shoulders (no, really, I'm not) but something caught my eye when I looked down at his book.
"hard cock"
"aching"
"wet"
He was reading some really explicit porn.
To be honest, I'd be a little concerned about when I stood up to leave the train.
Morning commute
The morning of my trip to Miami I was headed to work with my luggage and dressed in my finest travel ware. My flight left that afternoon, but I had to go into the office for fun meetings.
I am sitting down right by the door and it's a normal crowded morning ride into work. A girl gets on and stands near me against the door.
She makes a funny coughing sound.
Even with my headphones blasting obscure tard-rock my brain sends up a red flag.
I look up at her. She is now standing away from the door, but facing the door.
She makes another odd cough sound. I hit the pause on my music robot and prepare for the worst. She then doubles over and vomits all over the door.
I am standing with my luggage and am like 20 feet away in the matter of seconds.
She throws up a few more times. Takes my seat.
Luckily I am off the train at the next stop with vomit free luggage.
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