DAY 49
I asked an elderly woman if she wanted my seat and she gratefully gave the seat to her husband who had a cane. Across the car another woman stood up and asked if the elderly woman wanted her seat. A few minutes later I heard the elderly woman murmur, "there are still nice people in this world." I couldn't help but roll the familiar MTA loudspeaker announcement, "courtesy is contagious...", in my head.
DAY 48
Like a shrub in the forest, I stood in the middle of the train car surrounded by three women and two men who were all six feet tall.
DAY 46
This morning I am sitting in the front corner of a train car. It smells horrific, like a wet dog, but I can't see any homeless people in the vicinity. It could be lingering air pollution from a homeless guy, in which case I am disgusted by the possibility that the culprit sat--or worse, slept!--where I am sitting now.
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